#cats will see a poisonous plant and say is anyone going to eat this and not wait for an answer

[fragglerockopinions]

cats are only omnivores when there are scrumptious high extreme toxic murder plant in the vicinity

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hello! Can I request a Morticia reader with Apollo and Leonidas? I don’t remember if you wrote any with these two. Thanks in advance!

-Beautiful, dark, deadly, passionate, loving, unique, all were words used to describe you and all of them were true.

-You were like the moon against the dark night sky, surrounded by pitch black darkness, bright but eerie and quiet.

-You found enjoyment in the dark and macabre, but to you, they were normal, beautiful things, skulls, poisonous flowers, dangerous plants, death, how lovely.

-Many thought you were odd by the way you dressed and carried yourself, always wearing elegant black gowns paired with matching jewelry with spider or coffin motifs. However, sometimes you would wear different colors when it was warmer out, just a slightly lighter shade of black with an umbrella, you didn’t need any unwanted color in your complexion.

-Your tone was always even and deadpan, never showing emotions the way others do, so nobody could ever tell if you were joking or not about feeding someone to your kitty-cat, an actual lion that you kept around who was like a housecat with you and those he knew, but vicious and violent with strangers.

-Many made comments that you would be attractive if you were ‘normal’ but where’s the fun in that? It’s much more fun to keep others guessing- keeping them on your toes.

-Speaking of keeping others on their toes, if anyone was to visit your private greenhouse, they would need to watch where they step or risk losing a few.

-Your garden was notorious for being filled with poisonous and carnivorous plants, and not just little things like little Venus Fly Traps, no you had a giant 4 ½ foot one that would eat people if they got close enough if you hadn’t fed them yet!!

-However, due to their healthy fear of your garden, you didn’t have many visitors, which you liked, less of a risk of your babies getting trampled or damaged.

-Your lover liked you the way you were, you were unapologetically unique, and he loved it, you were so different from other women and that’s what drew him to you.

-At first he did think you were a little odd, intimidating was a word he liked to use, as you weren’t afraid to speak your mind and there was always an air around you, a silent warning, but as time went on, he fell hard for you.

-Apollo- He adored your vibe- as you his opposite, he preferred sunshine and bright colors, while you enjoyed the moon and various shades of black, he was more open while you were reserved, he was honest about his feelings and you… you give the vibe that you’ve probably killed a few people. Apollo adores you, not wanting to change a thing about you, and you admire that he stays true to himself as well- not going to change for you. You accepted him for him, and he accepted you for you- and to him that was the most beautiful type of love. He loved your garden, but does know, now, to keep his distance from certain plants, not wanting to get bitten again. You enjoyed Apollo’s poetry to you, finding it relaxing, as well as his music, while you were so knowledgeable about plants (he doesn’t care that it’s dangerous plants) and he could listen to you for hours. Your relationship with Apollo was one of ‘opposites attract’.

-Leonidas- Seeing the fear in the eyes of those who claim to be powerful warriors was something that always made your day, as the Spartan warriors who had been training near your home had stumbled onto your property, where you dearest kitty cat went to say hello, but they just ran. When you comforted your precious kitty, petting him gently, they were all stunned, seeing you with no fear whatsoever- they had to wonder if you were a witch. Leonidas met you when he had to ‘rescue’ his men from a witch, only finding a darkly beautiful woman instead. Leonidas was taken by your vibe, you were so unique, you found joy in the dark and gloomy, finding happiness in death and morbid things that other would find terrifying. When you commented you loved being looked at with fear, mentioning his men, he couldn’t help but laugh, finding you hysterical. He knew he had fallen for you when you threatened him a gentle but intimidating smile on your lips, when he asked if you would sic your lion on him, “Oh no~ I prefer things to be more personal- I would poison you and watch the light slowly dim in your eyes- dragging out your inevitable death.” Leonidas had never felt such thrill before~

[cherrirui-official]

Friendlocke Violet Gijinkas (Part 5/7)

Like i said previously im gonna try to finish these before the end of the year so expect to see the rest of these guys very soon (hopefully)

I plan on posting them in order by groups of three, so there’s gonna be seven parts in total, all of which I’ll be linking here when done vvv

(Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three) (Part Four) (Part Six) (Part Seven)

!! These will contain personal headcanons I have for the cast, little fun facts, and also spoilers for Friendlocke Violet (for both the edited vids and the streams) !!

@saltydkart-reblogs

Designs under the cut!

JAYWEED:

Jayweed used to be part of the Sprigatito line before death, as evident by his cat-like features and his vague association with plants.

His arms are transparent, and can't really come into contact with anything besides Jayweed himself.

Can see spirits and talk to them, but chooses not to. He doesn't want to "waste his time" with the dead.

The creepiest thing about Jayweed is that his pupils aren't attached to his eyes... I...don't know what to do with that information but hey! It's info!

Somehow able to escape the friendbox without any outside interference. We don't know how he manages to do that.

He knows where you are. Start running.

LUKE:

Despite popular belief, Luke is not affiliated with Tulip in any way, shape, or form. They have done a collaboration at one point though.

He started his cult after growing bored of his mundane life as a simple model. He knows all the stuff he says is completely fake, but his followers still eat it up anyways. Pests, the lot of them.

Luke often goes on different podcasts in order to preach his word to a wider audience. Most of them seem to be outputted by him... well except for Braidy and Mykyie.

Luke is the only one to know about Cookie's past, but he never brought it up to anyone else for some reason...

He isn't afraid to put himself in danger, in fact he seems to enjoy the thrill of it.

It takes approximately 45 minutes for Luke to do his hair.

GERBICYCLE 2:

Gerbicycle 2 was made by Turo after being commissioned by Iono to make a delivery bot for her.

He met both Grace and 4est before the events of friendlocke, as they were all in Area Zero at some point in the past

It is scarily easy to convince him to go through even the most ridiculous of plans, as Gerbicycle doesn't exactly put much thought into consequences and stuff like that. It seems that somebody took advantage of that.

He initially wasn't programmed to feel emotions, though he is slowly learning how to.

When he's not in his work attire he likes to wear hawaiian shirts... it is unknown when or why he started to wear them.

Gerbicycle 1 died of food poisoning... how that happened to a robot is unbeknownst to me.

That's it for now! Uhmm... disintegrates

[offmychest-official]

i am incomprehensibly angry today. my mother and her fucking republican boyfriend are out getting a dog and i cannot TELL you in writing how stupid of a decision this is.

we have a cat. i love him very much but he has some medical issues. he has a tendency to itch at his face, presumably due to the buildup on his chin and poor cleanup of his food dishes.

we are poor. we had to hold off his vet visits for about an entire year and a half because my mother didn't have the money. it was REALLY bad; he used to have a bunch of gashes near his eyes damn well constsntly because of how terrible and itchy he was all the time. we got him to the vet in early september and his meds have helped him. a lot!! hes okay now & all healed up.

but the vet visit was very very expensive and my mom could only afford it with some kind of vet card? idk but my point is vet visits are very expensive and we can't afford to take our cat there regularly.

and suddenly in comes my fucking mother off to get a puppy because idk her boyfriend wanted it So so bad because yeah? geniunely ridiculous.

she forgets to wash the cat's chin repeatedly, which is for his itchiness. the reason WHY he was sick was because my mother apparently never cleaned his food dish in the four years of taking care of him once. 2 of our previous cats were too obese to clean themselves properly, and our elderly cat had so much buildup on her bottom that when i think about it it makes me want to fucking throttle my mother. she adopted four cats on complete impulse, which led to us inevitably giving them away when no landlord wanted to deal with the wear and tear of having 4 cats. neither my mother or her shithead want to play with buddy for the required time and i can't do much about it because i'm at school all day and when i get home im exhausted and hungry. our cat is also fairly anxious and he DOES NOT like new things; he growls at the mailman and runs away whenever i come home from school.

and now, with all of these problems she wants to get a fucking PUPPY with our anxious adult cat? EXCUSE ME? EXCUSE ME???? Do you not see a flaw here. Is there not something wrong here. Hello. Can anyone hear me

she had the balls to act surprised when i had an immediate negative reaction to her announcing the dog to me in the car. ok. i don't get a say in it bc im her daughter. not like i live here or anything. nahhhh that'd be so crasy

im not even against the idea completely as long as i have my own space where the dog isn't allowed to go! i like dogs theyre silly! but my mother is the type to buy from backyard breeders because its a cheap animal. i doubt she even knows about FIP or bird flu or ANYTHING like that. that dog is not going to be fucking trained or socialized properly i know it in my BONES. and im not even sure she knows how to introduce the cat to the dog. where the hell is my cat going to stay while they get used to each other? my room has poisonous plants in it and the office is almost completely empty, i wouldn't want him staying in there for a long period of time. my cat can't stay in my room especially since i'm gone in the mornings and my mother works while i'm at school, so there's nobody to supervise him. he eats plants and the plants will make him sick/kill him possibly

do we even have enough money for a dog bed? dog toys? for it to be sterilized? enough time for it to play safely? time for it to walk outside? proper training? i bet you the answer is no. lmfao

this entire situation is just so fucking STUPID and irresponsible. i will admit that i do have a hand in this, and i'll try to rectify it more especially with my cat's chin wipe thing. but i have to deal with this fucking shit until i move out in 3 years. what happens to our cat when im gone? is he going to turn into another Lola? completely inable to manage himself because my mother is too distracted with the dog? will she get MORE dogs like she did with our cats?

im going to kill everyone in this HOUSE!!!!!!! FUCK ALL OF YOU SERIOUSLY AND FUCK YOU EVEN MORE FOR NOT TALKING TO ME ABOUT IT IN ANY DEPTH

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[artzychic27]

Mirrorverse Crossover- Nathaniel

TRIPLE FEATURE! @msweebyness @imsparky2002

It was... Eerily calm when the young prince walked into the room. The first thing he expected from his mad counterpart was... Well... Madness. But, he sat poised and perfect as one would expect of a King, and not a sign of madness along his prim features like back in the other room. Maybe it was just an act. The outfit, although, was the only chaotic thing about him. While not to his tastes, Prince Nathaniel supposed that was just the style in his kingdom, so, he didn't judge. Although, he would ask where he got that rose brooch.

"It's quite refreshing to know I'm still of noble blood even as a... Hero." the King of Hearts said that last word as if it were poison on his tongue.

"Oh..." Prince Nathaniel's eyes darted around awkwardly. That was a... Strange sentence to start things off with. "I suppose. So, what's Wonderland like?"

The King of Heart's demeanor quickly changed with that question. His smile became wide as his eyes gleamed. "Oh! Where to begin?!" He leans forward, chin resting in his hand while his elbows were propped up on the table. "One of the greatest kingdoms in existence, mind you! When it's not being plagued by that meddlesome Cheshire Cat or that horrid boy it is simply refreshing!"

The prince nervously tugged on his collar. Maybe it was just the lighting, but he was sure he saw this guy's pupils become smaller.

The other redhead continues, "And where would a perfect kingdom be without law and order?"

Oh... That's unexpected. In a place like Wonderland, Prince Nathaniel expected no sense of order. So, curiosity peaked, he asks, "What sort of rules, exactly?" And cue the floodgates opening.

"All roses except red are outlawed, unless in the case of a wedding, then they may be white; there must always be a tea party on the fifth day of every month; never eat a tart without MY permission; the only tea you may drink at 4:00pm is jasmine tea; flamingo caretakers are to don pink attire; when a hedgehog sneezes, you must say bless you; croquet is only allowed to be played after 12:30pm; if you eat a stake on the night of a full moon, you must play the violin for a cat until it falls asleep; when it is MY birthday, gifts are mandatory and must be bigger than the palm of MY hand; anyone who comes in second in a croquet tournament must serve ME tea the next day; on an unbirthday, spread jam on a woken-up dormouse's nose; never. Ever. Paint banned roses RED!"

That last rule seemed to spark something inside of him, causing the King to mutter what the Prince believed to be profanities, but it sounded more like... He was reciting some sort of poem?

"Who dares to taint with vulgar paint, the royal flower bed? For painting my roses red, someone will lose their head. It serves them right, they planted white, and roses should be RED!"

Prince Nathaniel slowly began to back away when the poem began to sound more like a deranged one-way conversation. The King of Hearts would change the pitch of his voice with some sentences and go back to his usual pitch the next.

"Your majesty, it was his fault. Not me, your grace. 'Twas the Ace! You? No! Two! The Deuce, you say? Not me! The trey! ENOUGH!"

A squeak of fear escaped past the Prince's lips as he slowly turned toward the bubble and mouthed, "Get me out of here."

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"Okay, that boy is off his nut!" Aladdix exclaimed. "Someone get Nath out of there!" Her tiger-hybrid counterpart only scoffed.

"Please, this is him on a nice day. Now, if you wanna see full-on Mad King of Wonderland, let him see you painting roses red or telling Marc he's not the fairest." The Poison King preened a bit at the reminder of his boyfriend's devotion while the other Marc inadvertently created a small blizzard cloud to match his worry the longer his boyfriend was still in the room with that- and he doesn't use this word loosely- deranged lunatic.

Cosette Bellwether snickered behind their hand and pointed to the bubble. "Hey, I think it's about to get better. How much you wanna bet Princey asks about his parents?"

While Minister O'Connor murmured something along the lines of how gambling is sinful, Doctor Cabello holds up a small mint-green pouch. "This lovely pouch of pixie dust."

Simon Pan sputtered for a moment and felt his pockets, unable to find his emergency stash. "HEY!" Lacey Bell's wings fluttered with anger. Do these people not realize how much goes into making pixie dust?!

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"S-so!" Prince Nathaniel managed to say while wiping the sweat off of his brow. The Mad King was still in his own world and now he's brought a dagger out from his jacket pocket and is frantically waving it around! "How did you become King so early?!"

And much to his and the other heroes' relief, the King's ramblings ceased. He slowly placed the dagger back into his pocket and sat back down as he readjusted his crown which was skewed at an off angle. When Prince Nathaniel thought that was the end of it, he pulled an adorable little black and white hedgehog out of his crown and began to pet it.

"It's a darling story, you'll love it." For the first time since he walked into the room, Prince Nathaniel was finally able to relax. Hell, he felt like he could sleep, but he'll try to keep his eyes open. "My parents, such lovely rulers, they... They informed me I could not wed my boyfriend when we were of age. They even forbade me from dating or even seeing him! They went on about his reputation, but I cared for none of it. He is simply the sweetest person I know."

Is he talking about the same guy who tried to give Snow Myléne a poisoned apple earlier?... Whatever, he's calm now.

"I was just so furious every time they tried to set me up with some other suitor! I didn't want them! I just wanted MY Poison King!" Hearing the hedgehog let out a high-pitched shrill when he petted it just a little too rough, he brought the poor thing up to his face for a string of apologies.

... Okay, the story's getting a little uncomfortable now.

"One night, I guess you could say I... I snapped a bit." He laughed it off as if it were a joke, but his counterpart's expression remained haunted. "I heard my parents conversing, speaking of an arranged marriage to get me on THEIR track. To straighten me out. So, later, when they were asleep, I snuck into their room-" He cut himself off with a giggle escaping from his lips.

'Yep! He's a lunatic!'

The Mad King continued, his smile never leaving his face, "Then I grabbed the family sword off of the fire mantle, and I chopped their heads off ONE BY ONE!" With that, he throws his head off with a full-on maniacal laugh that put the other villains' signature evil laughs to shame in Prince Nathaniel's opinion. With a stabbing motion, he screamed, "MOMMY! DADDY!" and laughed some more.

Having enough, Prince Nathaniel shot up from his seat and hurried to the door, only to find that it was locked. "FOR THE SAKE OF ALL THAT IS GOOD, GET ME OUT OF HERE!"

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"Aaw," the Poison King cooed while Simon Pan and Lacey Bell chased Cosette Bellwether and Doctor Cabello around the room. "He's going to sleep so well tonight."

"Okay! Who locked the damn door?!" Fairy GodBro thundered, looking directly at the villains. "Huh?! This isn't funny!"

Queen Rose Candy and Juleficent snicker to themselves. The dark fae's hand glowed with magic as she was keeping the door locked so the Prince would be forced to be in a room alone with the Mad King.

Noticing this, MarcElsa seethes, causing ice stalagmites to spurt from the ground before he stormed out of the room and created an exact key to the door out of ice. The very second he unlocked it, his boyfriend came barrelling out, looking horribly pale as the deranged version of him continued to cackle.

"Rose Petal, are you alright?" He gently cups his face.

"T-t-take m-me ba-b-back t-to my do- my dorm," he stammered out and made his grip on the other Prince tighter. "He ki- he killed them-"

"It's okay," the noirette whispers and pulls his boyfriend into his arms, adjusting him so his face was in the crook of his neck. "He won't bother you anymore." As he suspected, the redhead fell right asleep once he came into contact with his frosty skin. He always did fall asleep quicker in the cold.

As the Ice Prince made his way down the hall, the King of Hearts walked out of the room where he was met with the Poison King, whom he immediately embraced. "Can you believe the nerve of him? Walking out in the middle of a conversation!" He huffs out while his boyfriend kisses every inch of his face with his poison-stained lips.

"My Wild Card, not everyone was brought up as well as you were," he says smoothly and brings his hand up to his lips.

[stumblngrumbl]

idk it's a fun trope but i'm certain that many other animals would be as "unkillable" as humans if they had similar medical intervention. certainly many birds go into shock and just die, but so do humans - and they regularly did until we had the sense to keep them the right temperature and keep them in food & drink as necessary for the body to keep going until the brain was willing to be fully functional again (IVs, etc), and birds are the worst of it (you can often keep chickens alive long enough while they're in shock even after a bobcat attack) and mammals in general don't get shock nearly as badly.

you can argue that even cats and dogs die more readily than humans do, to which i respond, pretty much any time you realize a pet has cancer it's almost always at stage 4. you don't know that your cat ate something deathly poisonous until they're actively dying; you see a cat barf and go "oh just barfing as usual" because the cat can't tell you that no this isn't hairball my stomach fucking hurts right here!

imo any species that develops sufficient intelligence to participate in your too-near-schwarzchild antics had to go through significant environmental pressures just to get that intelligence - why do you need to be so smart if you grew up (evolved) in a utopia? just slime around and absorb the ready nutrients, nothing's out to get you and food is plentiful.

so it's safe to say that anyone we encounter is likely to come from a hell-planet too. can't be too much worse or species will not have time to experiment with intelligence vs claws - it has to be nice enough that on evolutionary time scales differences in intellect can have a significant advantage without the critter getting killed off by the next huge igneous province

but other than the hypothetical utopian origin (which gets you nothing particularly interesting), any time there's even a hint of competition you end up in an arms race of what survives and what doesn't (especially since non-utopians will always store food in their bodies one way or another, so eating each other will always be an advantage - be it plant or animal)

Humans are unstoppable…Until they aren’t.

I’m not the most eloquent writer, but I’ve had this idea kicking around for a while and figured I’d put it out into the universe.

A lot of the basis for the “humans are space orcs” stuff is the idea that we’re pretty durable compared to many species, yeah? When it comes to physical trauma, we can bounce back from most things that don’t kill us outright, especially given the benefit of hypothetical space-age technology, and adrenaline is one heck of a drug when it comes to functioning under stress. 

But that doesn’t make us unkillable, and even though we can survive debilitating injuries and not die from shock, it doesn’t mean it’s fun. Dying of shock sucks, but at least it’s probably quick.

So - Imagine a ship, adrift in space, slowly being drawn into a star or something. In order to save the ship, someone has to repair the hyper-quantum-relay-majig on the hull or in the engine or whatever. Bit of a problem though- there’s a ton of deadly, deadly radiation (Wrath of Khan style) or poisonous fumes or, I dunno, electrical current, between the crew and the repair. Like, enough to kill most species instantly, so the crew is just like, ‘welp, guess we’ll die then’. But then.

BUT THEN

They ask the human. Because everyone’s heard the stories - you’re basically unkillable, right? Could you survive long enough in there to fix it? And their human goes real quiet for a second, but still says ‘Yeah, I could fix it’. And the rest of the crew is like, ‘Whaaaaaa, it won’t kill you?’ and the human repeats “I can fix it” (which isn’t an answer, but no one catches that, not yet at least), so they send ‘em in. And the human fixes it, they come back, the ship flies to safety, and the crew is thrilled to survive. If the human is a little quiet, well, they’re entitled after pulling off a miracle. Everyone else is just excited to get to the nearest station’s bar to tell their very own human story, cuz, ‘those crazy humans, amiright?’.

The good mood keeps up until the human is late for their next shift. At first it’s just faint unease, but- but they earned a bit of a lie-in, right? No reason to begrudge them some extra rest, even if it is a little weird for them to oversleep. They’ll be fine. Humans are always fine. 

(Right?)

(…Wrong.)

- What is… help. Help!-

- ake up! You have t-

- been days. You need sleep, you-

- nother transfusion. We could-

- out of sedatives!-

A week later, the crew finally reaches the station. They stumble into the bar, haggard and haunted. And over the next months and years a new rumor about humans starts to make its way through space. A rumor unlike any before.

‘Be careful with your humans’ it whispers. ‘Their strength is not always a blessing. Be sure they don’t do something they can’t come back from, because when a human dies… they die slowly.’

[swiftlydolphin13]

Eras fanfic (updated)

here y'all go!!!! An updated rendition of the eras fanfic... Updated as the shows go along!!!

My attempt an an eras fanfic lol Lol my fanfic era haha

"Its been a long time coming!!!" Lover exhaled at the sight of her first order of crunchwrap burritos rep had plopped on the table. "You owe me, Love" rep uttered dryly, through a smile. "Ha." chuffing coyly, lover could see right through rep, as always, knowing her edge was just for show. "I cant make any promises, but ill make you a drink" she shyly dragged the warm package close to her.

"FOOD????" A disasterous cacophany of cowboy boots stomped down the spiral staircase. A Barely brushed, half-haggardly stumbling, debut.

"Not for you 'bu!" Rep waved over to her. "But sharing is caring!!!" debut exclaimed, "y'all know i was the first to move in here but the perks??? Dryer than snakeskin in the sahara desert. cant i get, like, special dibs on food????"

"'Bu is right, sharing is caring" lover scrunched her face in endearment toward debut. After all, being the youngest of the bunch, she rarely goes out too much on her own, and is always looking from the Outside. "get over here."

Wild curls, reveling in their early morning pre-brush reign, rattled and bounced as debut skipped across the living room into the kitchen.

"I ordered double, triple. Actually ...i knew you and fearless would catch me now" lover winked.

You can bring that extra burrito to fearless. So she can eat like...

" a princess" lover and debut chimed.

'Bu beamed. She always had a soft spot for lover. After all. Shell never forget when she asked for all her old journals and had them organized and read out. She always had something wise to say about debuts wild shenanigans. She saw debut's wild fire almost as much as….

"HAS ANYONE SEEN THE BUTTERFLY I LEFT ON THE WINDOWSILL!?"

jars clattering and clanging can be heard from the kitchen, but its origins are far from it.

"Folklore what did you bring in the house THIS TIME!?" Rep exclaimed.

"IT WAS A RARE MORPH!" Her Footsteps slow ombre toward the kitchen, clatter and clinking of jars accompanied her.

she appeared with her typically umkept hair, yet somehow still harmonious with her tattered nightgown, always trailed by moss or leaves, despite always swearing she slept in the house the entire time (almost, at least)

I found a dead monarch morph yesterday and left it by the windowsill, i hadnt preserved it yet cause i was due to go out to get some more supplies… Have any of you seen it…

"Listen i may be the snake of the group but i havent seen your butterfly, fol."

Debut uttered a small squeak and looked at lover, while pointing to speak now's room.

Folklore caught the subtleties.

" speak now took my butterfly?"

"No…" Rep caught on.

Low rumbling Sounds emerged from speaknow's room.

"Oh…."

" its her time of month, isnt it?"

Smoke rose from the door as it slowly creaked open….. Who emerged was far from a cat… but a dragon, barely fitting the size the door nonetheless.

"Yup" all three said in unison.

"Looks like you skip breakfast today speak," Rep said.

"Yall never get me my cravings before they start!!! So i had to resort to folklores room!!!" Speak rumbled, before coughing up some ash over folklore.

Omg Sorry!!! Morning voice :(

Nah, folklore waved a hand in the air. "Im covered in dirt anyways."

"But….i didnt eat the butterfly, swear. Snacked on some of the wisterias though. Sorry :("

"Thats okay, i planted those for you :)"

Speak now: ……(:

"Well, then if you didnt then…." Rep trailed off.

Sounds of a cat heaving were audiably going down the stairs.

"Speak now isnt the only enchanted one here …"

Yeah, we got merideth olivia, benji thats taken care of by…

An auburn cat emerges, looking sickly.

"Evermore…"

"EVERMORE YOU KNOW THOSE ARE POISONOUS!" folklore exclaimed.

"reeellalaax, im not THAT fucked in the head." evermore said through the coughs, " the butterfly? Oh thats GONE," evermore explained. "Emergency spell last night, i have to show up for work today, and i cant show up LIKE THIS, im a monster on my time of month you know….. im not some fae that sprout wings once a month," she glared at folklore playfully.

"Ha, ha." Well, in MY OPINION… you should show up to work in whatever form of your nature."

"Im just as dignified;" evermore adds. but the spring lunar cycles are always that damn season…."

Folklore teased a smile. "Either way, i guess you can pass my wrath this time."

Smoke suddenly filled the room as a golden orb appeared around evermore, growing until she returned to her human form again.

"Thats MUCH BETTER. As a high sorceress you think i'd get used to this by now, but im ashamed im probably still fucked in the head. Ill never remember to prep for these spring allergies."

-CHAPTER 2: JUMP THEN FALL-

Now that the dust had settled, the eras scattered to their respective morning dues.

Debut skittered upstairs with the breakfast burrito lover gave her and her plus one, eager to share it with her room neighbor.

Debut slowly peeked into fearless' room slowly creeped near her bed and… "…FEARLESS! BURRITO!!!"

fearless' wild curls covered her whole face, looking like a golden shrub that took over the sheets.

Debut tossed the burrito over any way, getting absorbed in the golden shrub.

"The scent should wake you up sleepyhead!!! commiting to the princess motif, arent you?"

"Mmmmhhh… whats going on…???"

Her mind caught up to the added warmth over her shoulder, and felt for its location without raising her face.

"Cmon!!! We can eat together by the patio. My burritos already getting cold!!!

Fearless finally turned over, sighing. Shes always one of the last to wake in the mornings, but was hardly ever grouchy. She tossed her hair out of her own face, and beamed deviously at debut.

"Its speak nows enchanted week right? Her time of month?"

"Yeah. She was the center of folklores butterfly fiasco this morning… Until it was evermore….."

"But thats a great excuse…." Fearless smiled, " to have her fire our burritos"

debut burst out with a laugh " see ive always liked the way you think," "RACE YOU TO THE BATHROOM??? looks like ill win this time i got a head start!!!!"

"NOT ON MY WATCH !!!!" fearless sprang out of bed, and suddenly two wild golden streaks lined the hallways.

thinking they reached the bathroom, they. Burst in .

They bumped into the newest member of the family, and her room

Oh where are YOU TWO little rascals up to???

Ooohhh sorry midnights!!!!! We keep forgetting this rooms repurposed." Fearless looks flushed as she and debut look at eachother.

"No worries," midnights assured. She quickly turned to the tweaking artisan grandmother clock she had been working on.

Ever since she moved in, Midnights room has been an enigma. Always hearing a plethora of creaks, tuning and turning gears in the middle of the night. None of the eras ever took the time to ask what was going on, and only assumed that midnights never desired to be bothered by such a question.

Now… debut and fearless wouldnt had dared step in hadnt they been serendipitously distracted by their competition… But now that they were here….

debut backed and turned away, with fearless hesitantly… turning back.

"What-…. Whatcha workin' on????"

Clinks and tinkering sounds of a pleaseant volume accompanied their conversation.

Ohhh, just a bit for a trip im taking…

"Ooohh!!!! Where are you going?? " fearless asked.

Debut tapped fearless on the shoulder. " more like when…. "

Suddenly what fearless hadnt noticed took form around her. A moving board of Maps of several time periods of each era mapped out on its cork wall, along with various equations and calculations. The room in fact was leviathan, ceilings raised up higher than the roof of the lover house itself, as well as its shape greatly mismatching. Rounded, it looked like a library belobging to an ancient castle rather than the refurbished bathroom fearless and debut had mistaken it for previously. walls stacked with books upon books, wooden bookshelves with a coat of midnight blue yet faded, despite midnight new addition, it was as if time ran its course over them. wood embedded dividers of each section, portruding as intricate wooden carvings, lines parallelling then intertwining and streaking in parallell yet again. The heart beat of time echoing through the ceiling taken from a cathedral. The whole ambiance was crisp, yet cold, as if the air from the room originated from elsewhere, as if midnights room was enchanted itself.

"Can we uhh… Take a look at your room??? Uh, weve never been here before and … It looks pretty neat." Fearless voice echoed, bouncing off the cielings. She mustered up some more confidence quickly, upon detecting midnights chilled nature.

"Sure, just dont touch anything."

Midnights spoke in a calm yet slightly stern voice, carring wisdom effortlessly with each intonation. A voice that could get even Fearless and debuts' fire to settle.

"Okay, " debut and fearless agreed.

The motiined across the room to a far corner, that had ancient looking artifacts that seemed engulfed in lore and story. Debut and especially fearless could not resist, swords of different eras displayed, each with its set place to rest.

"Wow…. I never knew we had this much stuff…" Debut said in a hushed tone, in awe of the sythe before her.

"Omg look!!! Theres one for evermore and folklore too!! ….woah…. Does that mean i have one too??"

Fearless pitter pattered ahead of debut to the second aisle, And caught the glint of a golden sword..

"LOOK, Debut!! I HAVE ONE!!!!"

Debut caught up with fearless , careful to stay a safe distance from the swords.

"Lookk this is soooo cool and look you have one!!!"

Fearless' sword looked like an intricate key, while debuts looked mirrored lije the surface of a lake.

She leaned in for a closer look.

"This is so neat…. " fearless' voice seemed to trail off.

"Yeah. I never knew we had this… Pretty cool. We can look more later though fearless, im actually kid of hungry…."

"Me… Tooo…." Fearless was entranced by the gleaming glint of her sword, which suddenly started glowing.

Oh my gosh, YOURE glowing!

"Yeah, its cool, the sword is doing that !!"

"No, YOURE GLOWING!"

fearless looked at her own hands and arms. Slowly, the glow overtook her whole form and brightened, enveloping her in golden light, glowing just under brightness that you could still see fearless astonishment

"Debut!!!! Whats happening!!!"

"I dont know!!!"

From the bottom up, fearless started disintegrating, becoming glitter flecks that began to funnel into the fearless sword.

"FEARLESS OH MY GOD!!! MIDNIGHTS!!!"

Midnights overheard the commotion and sprang to the scene in the back of the room, taking a few moments to reach the far corner where fearless sword was.

Skittering through the last aisle, midnights exclaimed " I told you not to touch anything!!!"

"We didnt!!!" Debut and fearless said in unison, before a partly departed fearless whollly dissapeared into embellished gleams of light, warping into the center of the fearless sword.

"FEARLESS!!!!!"

debut cried. " WHAT HAPPENED TO HER!! SHE DIED, IM SURE SHE DIED!!!"

"You NEED to calm down, debut" midnights somberly put her hand on her shoulder

" i shouldve taken this into the equation..."

"What do you mean??"

Well…. Quantum entanglement. You wouldnt-

Debuts eyes glared for awnsers.

Midnights sighed. " you know that each of you have a ceartain quality to you that makes you unique right?"

"Yeah."

"And like attracts like?"

"Yeeeahh...???" Debuts brows furrowed.

"Well what if i told you... ive been masterminding with other versions of each of you that exist through space time???"

"Uhhh… Wouldnt you need PERMISSION FOR THAT???"

"well…. Thats the thing…. I didnt have time to ask for permission…."

What do you mean??? Are we in trouble???

….sort of…? You have…. A chance to be locked in this house forever if i hadnt stepped in…. Well. Except lover.

Permission was taken from us…why is just lover safe??? Whats so special about lover??? (except the fact that she is literally my MOTHER compared to y'all. Debut thinks to herself.)

"Its…. A lot to explain." The important thing for you to know is that where fearless is, is safe…. Shell be taken care of, by … Herself."

"WHAT!? SHES TRAPPED THERE ALL ALONE??? OH MY GOD HOW COULD YOU!!"

Debut please! Im telling you… Shes not alone…. Shes with herself…. Her other self…..

-CHAPTER 3 THE FEARLESS REALM-

HEY GUYS…? where- where am i…???? Guys????"

An eerie silence filled the grass clearing.

Fearless sat plopped on the grass limbs still spread as she sat up.

A grumbling noise caught her attention.

"…Damn it. I never got to eat the breakfast burrito. "

[redux-iterum]

Monsters: Her

A secret of seers, a warning against the material, against desire, against the dangers of pride. Very few warriors have heard of this creature - She is a wraith only for those who are not to have children or a mate. Some extend Her wrath to learning to hunt or fight, but given what Her tale involves, that domain is tenuous. No one knows Her name. Appropriate for one such as this, most say.

The story is very simple: once upon a time, when the seer rank was young and its rule of celibacy had only been in place for a couple generations, there was a molly who was known for Her skill as much as She was for Her pious ego. She looked down Her nose at everyone who did not fit Her standards, finding any little fault with anyone She could to build Herself up in Her own mind as the best, most devoted seer there had ever and would ever be. No one was safe from Her judgement, except Herself.

The trouble came when a remarkable loner joined Her Clan: an elegant cat, kind, beautiful, and soft-spoken. They charmed everyone - including Her, to Her own great horror. She was not accustomed to feelings beyond pride and distaste. This new sensation was upsetting and alien. She had no idea what to do or how to go about getting rid of this feeling, but She obsessed over it as Her attraction and Her selfish ego escalated their warfare with each other. Worse yet was the rage that would flare the instant anyone spoke to this loner or showed interest in them. They were not Hers to hoard, and they could never be Hers, but they would not leave Her mind and heart. Any small interaction between them became unbearable, and She withdrew to Her own company.

Eventually, Her obsession grew resentful. How dare this creature arrive in Her home and deliberately drive Her insane? How dare they tempt Her? Couldn't they see how important She was? How focused She needed to be? This could not stand. Something needed to change, and these wretched feelings needed to go away.

Perhaps She could do something about it.

It was not a stroke of genius, in the end, only a stroke of cruelty. She used berry-juice to poison a piece of prey and gave it to the newcomer under the guise of friendship. The loner unfortunately did not taste the poison until it was too late, and one can only hope that their death was quick. Prayers have been made to this loner in the hopes that their spirit went to StarClan to rest peacefully thereafter.

But there was no peace for Her. In fact, things got worse. The guilt of what She had done ripped away all of Her pre-built notions of grandness and holiness, leaving a dark hollow of self-hate and shame; and, still, that desire for Her victim. It had not gone away.

And it never did.

She forewent eating and drinking. StarClan closed its mouth to Her. Her Clanmates sensed Her crime and wanted nothing to do with Her. She laid around for days, forgetting to groom Her fur, letting weather punish Her as it liked, staring straight ahead at the plants before Her.

Those berries were starting to look quite tasty.

It didn't take long before She followed the object of Her affections, though She didn't bother hiding it in prey (and one can only hope that Her death was painful). She left Her body, but Her agony clung tightly like burrs to a tail. She had not escaped it. She never would. Shame and self-hate and grief and rage swallowed Her whole, corrupting Her spirit into a wraith with no way to StarClan and no ability to forget Her pain to let Her pass on into nonexistence. All She could do at this point was haunt the territories as an eternal warning and dream-haunting punishment for anyone who followed Her path of desire, and especially those who acted on those desires.

Some have tried to save Her. There are tales of seers approaching Her, offering forgiveness and sympathy. She will not take it. She knows She doesn't deserve it. All those tales end with are ghostly slashes to the face or chest before She disappears into mist to haunt another day. There will never be peace for Her.

One can only hope, should they make Her heart's mistake, that they do not end the same.

[obeythebutler]

How about a mc that has a multiple ability. But they only use to just shower the boys in praise and affection.

BROTHERS REACT TO A MC THAT USES THEIR MULTIPLY ABILITY TO SHOWER THEM IN AFFECTION AND PRAISE.

I hope you like these!!

LUCIFER

Lucifer was in his study, stuck amongst piles of paperwork, and MC came with a cup of tea in hand and a basket of Princess's poison apples in the other.

Lucifer appreciates the gesture, and expresses his gratitude by pressing a kiss to their forehead.But their moment is interrupted by Mammon shouting for them to come for a moment, and he groans.One moment, one damn moment with MC alone is all he wants, is that too much to ask?!

But then MC snaps their fingers, and a clone appears, who goes to Mammon while the real MC stays and hugs Lucifer.

This multiply ability is very, very useful when seven demons are battling for your attention and affection.

"You work so hard, Lucifer.Come on, you're tired, I'll wake you up in a while." He blushes but does as he is told, after ensuring he leaves them equally flustered.

Every day, MC comes in his room at the same time with a cup of tea and the other copy holding a basket of poison apples.One copy arranges the paperwork on his desk while the real MC kisses and showers affection upon him, not that he's complaining....

MAMMON

MC has a multiply ability?.....this can come in pretty handy!

Mammon was hell-bent on making MC go with him on his money-making schemes and witch summons.Why? Pickpocket one while a copy of MC distracts them, and after all is done,run, and confuse the poor person whose wallet is missing.

MC gave him a stern look but entertained his request...

But most of their time is spent coddling Mammon.A snap of the fingers, and copies appear out of thin air!

One MC kisses his head and showers him in praise while the other cleans his room.And if he is getting berated by his brothers...you bet MC will make many copies of themselves and make a protective barrier around Mammon..dare anyone come forward....

Ugh, Mammon is in love even more!

LEVIATHAN

Multiply ability.....WOAHHH..just like that anime where the protagonist can make several copies of themselves and helps solve murder cases with their ability!

Do your copies need to eat and drink too? Are they a fragment of your own existence? Do they have souls- calm down, Leviathan.

One time when MC and him were playing a game they shifted closer to Levi, who immediately winced and moved away from them.When asked why, he mentioned that he wasn't someone they should spend time with, that he was a yucky-

He is silenced by a hand on their mouth.A snap of the fingers, and a copy appears.One copy now always stays with Leviathan and whenever he says something deprecating, MC's copy will now shout words of encouragement and love, and shower him in affection.

Leviathan says he doesn't care...but the blush says otherwise...

SATAN

He's in awe of their ability, and asks questions a lot, although being more discreet.Various theories and uses start brewing in his mind.But the most tempting? Pranking Lucifer.

MC indulges in their ability once or twice.But their main use? Suffocating Satan in cats and cuddles.

If he is angry, all MC does is snap her fingers, and doubles appear,which are sent to procure cats around the Devildom.While MC themselves plants catnip in the garden.

Satan's room is filled with cats, and his anger is immediately quietned on seeing the adorable little feline.But he has one regret....he can't pet all the cats at once!

One MC will be reading a book to him, while the other plays with his hair, and a third feeds him fruits.

Satan needs doubles of himself to shower MC in the same affection that they do to him..

ASMODEUS

Copies, you say?

It becomes hard to figure out who the real MC is at times.One MC is walking in the hallway, while the other is with him, and a third in the kitchen!

Asmodeus started wondering how to take MC along for modelling and photoshoots...

MC uses their ability to shower Asmo in love and affection.Skincare routine? MC got you.Need to brush your hair and moisture at the same time? MC got ya.Cuddles? Two MC's at once.

Bath? At least 3 MC's are there.More, the merrier.One shampoos his hair while the other kisses him, it's bliss.And one assures him with love when he feels down.

Asmodeus may or may not have wanted to use their ability in the bedroom too....

BEELZEBUB

Woah, that is pretty cool

It's hard to decipher the real MC sometimes.He gave MC a kiss once and then MC came demanding a kiss from him, saying that the copy got a kiss:(

MC and him end up in a big cuddle pile.MC on his shoulder, MC on his stomach and a MC sleeping on his leg.

Also, so many kisses.So many cuddles.Beelzbub is thriving.

If he has a Fangol match you bet MC will make several copies so that they can cheer the loudest from the bleachers.It fills Beel's heart with love.

More hands mean more food! One MC will be making the stew while the other makes a salad.Hungry? Here ya go, a hellhog sandwich? Cuddle? MC, glomp.Kiss? MC's, get to work!

BELPHEGOR

There's two of you?...

Belphegor is jealous that one copy goes to RAD while the other sleeps at home.That is why he will drag the real MC along,with the lines of 'if I suffer,you suffer.'

But MC make several copies of themselves and they cuddle together.One hand will be stroking his hair while the other cuddles him.Its heaven.

Their ability comes in handy while pranking Lucifer.That is why Lucifer feels a chill run down his spine when he hears snapping of fingers....

Belphegor is thriving on all the love and affection he gets.

BONUS:

MC and their copies were caught grooming Cerebrus in the underground labyrinth.One copy brushed his paws while the others pet him..

[twsthoodstar]

Twst x Pokémon Pt. 3

This is a part 3 of the last Pokémon post I did, this time with the vice dorm leaders. Sorry this is so late, I’ve been feeling under the weather recently 😓 But I’m starting to feel better now.

Request/idea received from this Anon

Babysitting their crush’s Pokémon while they’re away. However, that task has proven more difficult than expected.

Trey Clover ♣️

Trey was both delighted and nervous when you asked him to babysit Slurpuff. He had only hoped it wouldn’t be as troublesome as certain glutinous monster cat, although he had to admit he was curious. Slurpuff looked so soft and squishy! It couldn’t be that much of a handful could it?

Well needless to say, Slurpuff was actually very helpful in the kitchen. It’s unique sense of smell helped pick the best ingredients and it was more than happy to aid in assembling the treats for the Unbirthday Party, nudging Trey to taste the batter. It reminded Trey of his little siblings back home, how they’d always try and sneak a piece.

However, it all went downhill once the part started. One by one everyone’s cakes and cookies disappeared without a trace. Unaware of the pink Pokémon sneakily using Physic to float the wonderful pastries into its mouth. But it’s cover was blown when it tried to steal Riddle’s tart, and Trey had to step in before the poor little thing lost its head.

Ruggie Bucchi 🐾

Better hope Ruggie doesn’t eat your precious little bundle of wool, might be hard to hold himself back. Shi shi shi, he’s only kidding! He wouldn’t do that to you! Unfortunately, Wooloo seemed to take that very personally and rolled away! It hadn’t even been 5 minutes and Ruggie was already chasing it down!

Poor Wooloo; perhaps leaving it in a dorm full of hungry carnivores wasn’t the greatest idea. Because it zoomed all over the place, trying to flee from any large beastmen. Though I’m sure it looked hilarious seeing the vice dorm leader chasing after a living pillow. Ruggie eventually needed Jack’s help in catching the little guy, and it surprisingly took a liking to the first year!

Wooloo was all over Jack, hiding behind his legs and nuzzling into his bushy tail. Peering at Ruggie with big nervous eyes. He hadn’t planned for this, Ruggie wanted to show you just how responsible he was all on his own, that included caring for your pet. But it couldn’t be helped. Jack hadn’t planned to babysit, but it seemed he had no other choice.

Jade Leech 🐬

(I love Psyduck so much 🥰)

Now Psyduck here is a bit of a special case, so you were a bit hesitant to leave it with Jade. Now there was nothing to worry about, Jade makes sure your Psyduck is well taken care of, he’ll pamper it to perfection. He has claimed he enjoys serving others. Although it appears Psyduck is a rather sensitive creature. But that just makes things more interesting, plus it’s adorable to boot.

Constantly rubbing it’s head, it takes in its surroundings rather slowly. It barely realized you left the room and was just recently waddling around looking for you, poor dear. 😅 Well this shouldn’t be a problem; playtime with rubber duckies, drawing a bath, Jade makes sure Psyduck is in top shape until you get back! However, there was one mishap Jade wasn’t preparing for.

It takes special skill to escape Jade’s well trained eye, and Psyduck just happened to find that perfect moment. Before it knocked into Jade’s terrarium, spilling out all kinds of plants and muck onto the floor with a big bump on its head. It was an accident, but Psyduck couldn’t shake that sudden glare in the eel’s eye. Not even when Jade rubbed its bruised head affectionately.

Floyd Leech 🦈

Oh boy, Gible was not happy about you leaving. Especially leaving its care to a stranger like Floyd. It stomped around and grumbled like a fussy toddler, aggressive to anyone that came near it. While everyone was afraid of getting their hand chewed off, Floyd remained as careless and as brave as ever. So Shrimpy left this little sharkie to be his playmate? How fun!

Gible did not want to play with Floyd, it tried making that as clear as possible. Playing basketball? Deflated. Some squeaky toys? Shredded to pieces. Dancing? It chomped the radio to bits. A yummy platter? Scarfed it down, plate and all. Floyd was clearly losing his patience and started to shift into one of his outrageously random mood swings.

Talk about bad timing when you have an angry Gible pouting across the room. Floyd, now upset the Pokémon wasn’t accepting his friendship, made the mistake of trying to squeeze it. Gible bit him 😬. Chomped right down on his hand, but suprisingly Floyd was fine. It did take Azul and Jade awhile to pry it off, then to keep Floyd from biting back! Hopefully, you’ll return soon before the Lounge ends up in shambles.

Jamil Viper 🐍

Honestly Jamil thinks your Salandit is super cool. Sly and cunning with a streak of mystery, it reminds him of himself. (You smug snake 😑) It was almost the perfect pet for himself, a powerful on way that. Now I’m sure Jamil has some experience with animals, he is Kalim’s right hand man and a servant of the Asim family, the kid knows a thing or two about parades.

So it’s a cake walk babysitting Salandit, at least for the most part. Pokémon are unpredictable creatures and unknown to Twisted Wonderland, so Jamil’s in for a big surprise when Salandit starts dripping actual v e n o m. The red liquid oozes out of its mouth as it starts to burn small holes in the carpet. Of course panics because, that carpet is expensive! And why did you have such a creature in your possession!

He was not prepared for this. Apparently it was having a scuffle with Kalim’s magic carpet, the piece of matting simply wanted to play with Scarabia’s new guest, but the poisonous fire-type took it as a threat instead. Chasing each other around like wild dogs. Reacting quickly, Jamil put it outside using Snake Whisper before things escalated, but decided to give you a call.

Rook Hunt 🏹

You thought Jade was pampering, Rook is over the moon for this fairy type! What a wonderful creature, absolutely beautiful! Rook is completely captivated by the fairy-like creature, the pure pink essence of love in its true form!~ ✨ As he puts it anyways. 😅 Rook will smother Sylveon with attention!

He’ll groom it to perfection and flaunt it to the entire dorm, this of course draws some attention. No one has ever seen a creature quite like Sylveon, with its sweet voice and flowing ribbons. And you left Rook himself in charge to take care of it isn’t that wonderful! ~ ✨ This basically turned into one big photo shoot, with Rook at the center gushing over his new friend.

He even takes Sylveon out on a hunt stroll with him. Man cries when it wraps it’s ribbons around it’s wrist. Let’s just hope no rowdy students make fun of their little adventure, they’ll have a merciless arrow drawn back ready to face them. Rook won’t tolerate gossiping, no one is allowed to tarnish the beauty you and your partner share together.

Ortho Shroud 🤖

Ortho was more than happy to take care of Pikachu for you! He was the one that actually accepted in the first place. It was just so cute and round and soft and friendly, a perfect companion for our little Ortho! Plus, he was really excited to analyze it for his database. Although, in reality he took this opportunity to get Idia out of his shell and help him.

Humans and animals were already a well known subject Ortho knew plenty about, even a few beasts were a well known species. So a loveable Pokémon shouldn’t serve a problem. While Idia wasn’t all that excited about watching a living, breathing, messy pet (virtual pets were much easier) Ortho was not having it and saw this as a good experience.

Playtime was his favorite, Pikachu was just so fast and full of energy. Zipping back and forth with a Quick Attack to chase the bouncy ball, or using its tail to play catch. It was such a cheerful little sunshine, it even shocked Ortho a bit with its cheeks. Emitting little sparks of electricity, which felt really nice. They’re both just so cute together, Idia snuck a few pictures of them napping together.

Lilia Vanrouge 🍷

Another child for Lilia to adopt!! Oh how precious! Immediately Lilia’s fawning over your cute Noibat, however, you tell Lilia to be careful as this Pokémon is quite young. Of course Lilia heads your warning and bids you a graceful farewell, before rushing off with the cutie in his arms to flaunt to his whole dorm.

Almost immediately Lilia’s going to test his cooking skills; a growing boy like that needs to eat right? Well don’t worry, chef Lilia will whip up something nice, which of course has Noibat cheering for a hot meal. The trio of terrified fae and their drowsy human: they couldn’t have Lilia kill off something so precious, you’d be heartbroken!

However, perhaps they were a bit too slow in stopping Lilia, because thanks to his magic he had already whipped up a horrendous looking hole of soup. But what had everyone’s jaws dropping was that Noibat enjoyed it! It even cooed for seconds, nudging Lilia with the bowl. Of course Lilia was over the moon, he’ll have to ask to babysit more often.

[critrolesideblog]

Some snippets from the Nein’s week at the Blooming Grove.

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There is a shadow of something between them. Something in the way their shoulders brush as they stand next to each other, in the way the Scourger's broad shoulders relax ever-so-slightly when Caleb is near, in the intensity with which he watches Caleb's face as he speaks, in the way Caleb's eyes travel slow, lingering paths up the Scourger's muscular arms when he thinks no one is watching.

Caleb has his back to Essek, standing over a desk, perusing a book the Scourger has lent him. The Scourger is next to him, arms crossed over his chest, leaning back against the desk with an air of ease and familiarity, as if he did not try to kill them all mere days ago. He is facing Essek, but not looking at him.

Until he is.

Brown eyes catch lilac ones in their stare, and a wolfish grin curls its way around the handsome features. He says something to Caleb in Zemnian, without breaking Essek's eye contact. It sounds like a question, to which Caleb replies casually.

It is foolish, Essek knows, to maintain eye contact like this. Any number of spells may be wrought thus, but he cannot find it in himself to look away.

The Scourger asks another question, his voice dropping an octave. He forfeits the staring contest to trace Caleb's form with his eyes, down then up, and there is still a wolfish edge to his playful grin as leans in past the boundary of Caleb's shoulder.

Without looking up from his book, Caleb places a hand on the near side of the Scourger's face and slowly but firmly extends his arm out. The Scourger, chuckling, allows himself to be pushed over far enough that he has to take a step away from Caleb to maintain his balance.

His eyes alight on Essek again. He says something to Caleb with a sigh, and then lopes out of the library, his eyes on Essek's all the while. Just before he floats down out of sight, he gives Essek a wink.

Once all is still, Caleb looks up, finally, toward the exit. His shoulder dips slightly as he turns to look at Essek, but Essek's eyes are already back on his own book.

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"Anyway, it's a really good book, Essek. I think you'll like it."

"I am sure it is, but romance novels have never been my, ah, cup of tea."

Jester draws the small brush dipped in black laquer carefully across the final nail of Essek's right hand. "It's not just a romance novel, Essek. It's literature. You're missing out." She says the last part in a singsong voice as she leans back to survey her handiwork. "Are you sure you don't want me to put some little designs on them. I could make them very tasteful, you know, like some little stars or your favorite rune or something."

They are seated in front of the fireplace in Jester's room atop a make-shift bed of soft pillows and blankets. Fey cats sit among the pillows alongside them, some with tails holding aloft trays of milk, cookies, pastries, tea, and fruit, others merely there for their evening nap.

"I will likely be returning to Vurmas outpost soon, Jester. I do not want anything that will draw too much attention from the soldiers."

"Oh, alright," she says. Her tail sways slowly behind her like a disappointed shake of the head. "You do pull off the monochromatic look really well. Next time, through, we should try something different, just for fun, you know?" She gives him a bright, fanged grin.

"Yes, next time."

Essek thought, after a century of den politics, he could hide his heart from anyone (evidence shows even himself), but hiding it from Jester Lavorre is another matter entirely. She narrows her eyes at him suspiciously.

"There is going to be a next time, Essek. You're so smart -- I'm sure you can figure out a solution for anything. So there is going to be a next time, alright, Essek? Promise me."

"Jester--"

"Promise!" She holds her pinkie finger out toward him imperiously. The logical part of Essek's mind whirs with explanations, caveats, problems, but Jester is looking at him with such determination, such faith.

Slowly, carefully, he loops his pinkie around hers.

"I promise."

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Essek observes, a little wryly, that it promises to be another beautiful sunlit day, when a small but bright flash of light catches his eye painfully as he walks through the Grove after breakfast. He winces reflexively, and when he looks back, the glimmer is gone. Curious. He pauses, waiting, eyes carefully scanning the mist-clung leaves and gilded treetops. There is a distant rustling, a whisper of breeze, and -- there it is again! A flash and gone, but he sees the direction of its source this time.

Diverting from his usual path, he strikes off in search of it. He drifts into one of the wilder reaches of the grove, skirting mounds and headstones, overgrown with flowers of every color, shimmering with dew. Finally, the tall brush ahead of him clears and he finds...Fjord?

Fjord is lying on the damp undergrowth, the dawning sunlight glinting off the metal buckles of his armor. His limbs are thrown aside at funny angles as though he had fallen, but Essek's keen ears tell him his breathing is normal. From what Essek can tell, he is awake and uninjured.

"Fjord?"

"Mm?" One yellow eye opens to survey him coyly.

"What are you doing?"

"I have been ... grievously injured," Fjord rasps with great melodrama, his left hand moving slightly to bring Essek's attention to a wooden dowell a few inches from his knee.

The puzzle pieces fall into place.

"Ah." Essek murmurs, "This is a trap." A toothy grin spreads across the half-orc's handsome features, but Essek is already scanning his surroundings, ears straining, for any sign to give away his hunter. He does not want to make it too easy for him.

There is a rustle of leaves to his left.

He turns toward it, casting Shield with a little more flourish than is strictly necessary, and -- twang--FWUMP! He hisses as a dowell hits him hard in the back of his right shoulder. An orange cat with familiar blue eyes pops its head out of the flowers in front of him. Catleb tilts his head playfully as victorious giggles erupt from the tree branches behind Essek.

Essek looks down at his shoulder as though surveying the damage. "I am not sure a shoulder wound is instantly mortal."

"The arrows are poisoned," Fjord supplies casually.

"Ah, of course."

"And if you don't die with enough gravitas, you'll be made to do it again."

Essek suppresses a sigh and a smirk. He supposes he cannot have enough practice faking his death.

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"Alright, man, that's enough for right now," Beau says as she closes her notebook. "I think we both need some food and some fresh air." She rises from her seat, stretches, and claps Caleb on the shoulder as she walks by. "Let's go, dude. Don't make me come back in here for you, 'cause you know I will." And with that, she walks past the shadow, out of the Clays' kitchen, into the sunshine.

Caleb rubs his hands over his face and takes a deep breath. Eins, zwei, drei...

Constance Clay is seated to his left. She is a calm, abiding presence, listening without judgment, a witness, an anchor. Caleb gives her a nod, and she nods back, as has become their habit in ending these sessions. Finally, he rises and walks past the other witness in the room.

"Caleb," the shadow calls softly as he reaches the door.

Caleb turns back.

There is a moment of silence as the apology dies in Wulf's teeth, and Caleb is not sure if expecting no different makes it hurt more or less.

"I know," he replies. Wulf does not flinch. He never has. He never will. "I know."

He walks out into the sunshine.

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Caleb wakes up on a warm, sunlit patch of grass. He stares at the cloudless, blue sky for a moment before his attention is drawn by the skritch-a-scratch-scratch of pencil on paper to his left.

Jester is sitting beneath a peach tree, her sketchbook propped up against her knees. When her candy-pink eyes look up to peer at him over the pages, she grins and beckons him with a single, curling finger.

Slowly, after a nice, big stretch, he ambles up and over to her and crouches down at her side. She holds her book out at arms-length, so they can both survey her work: an orange cat fast asleep on its back in the sunshine. It's curled around on itself like a doughnut, its fluffy tummy exposed, a look pure feline bliss on its face.

"I think I got your good side."

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"A lee-tle more to the left," Jester says, motioning for Essek to stand closer-still to Caleb. He cannot get much closer without falling into Caleb's lap (he'll thank her later). He stares at her for a long moment, floats in just a nudge, and then shares A Look with Caleb. She considers this a small match-making success.

Gardening, truth be told, is not Jester's strong suit, so she has been spending her week in the Grove doing something much more important: drawing, drawing, and drawing some more. She draws until her hand cramps, at which point she pauses to eat a pastry or two and goes back to drawing again: Caleb and Essek conversing in the shade of an apple tree; Veth chasing Luc through the flowers; Yasha returning a baby bird to its nest; Fjord and Beau sparring amidst a shower of jacaranda petals; Constance and Cornelius Clay, each with an arm around Caduceus' shoulders, resting their heads against his in turns as they drink tea; Kingsley flirting incorrigibly with Eadwulf; Eadwulf and Astrid tending, with great care and concentration, to a plant that was half struck by the Blight; Sprinkle napping among the flowers; and a hundred other little moments, until her trusty sketchbook is almost entirely out of paper. And she knows exactly how she wants to use the final piece.

Fjord, Veth, and Caleb are seated in the garden on a motley assortment of chairs from the Clays' home, with Caduceus, Beau, Yasha, Molly, and Essek standing behind.

"You know, Blueberry, there is going to be a problem with this portrait." Caleb says, and Jester frowns, considering the composition and the lighting.

"What do you mean?"

"You're not in it.” Ah, yes, that tender grin is the exact one Jester wants to capture.

"Of course she is!" Declares Veth, tilting her head left then right to regard the rest of the Nein. "Look at all these smiles!"

[cherripeach]

Chapter 10

Little Match Maker

Summary: Your life motto is “I have the power of god and anime on my side, don’t mess with me,” and you stand by that with your life. No human, magician, or random creature could ever stop your firm belief in it.

However, getting transported to this world that seemed to turn your already bad luck worse was not what you wanted to be in your life story, but you made the most of it. Making friends, enemies, and disasters, you were in your prime in this world, and so you decided to help as many people as you could flourish, at least what you believed to be.

Chapter 1:5 i’m jared 19 and i never learned how to read

Warnings: Curse words, implied sex jokes

Words: 3.4k

Relationships: developing but future twstxreader

You three made it to homeroom right before the final bell rang, meaning none of you were late which was boring in your opinion. Being fashionably late especially on the first day just shows character. 

The classroom was full of caldrons like from Harry Potter but also full of lab coats like a science lab. There were also just shelves with glass covering them full of plants that you have never seen before and ones you hoped to never touch because you are 100.69% sure they can kill you. Then, there were just shelves of bottles of potions like in the movies which you also did not want to touch not for fear of death but because they could turn you into a frog or something which sounded kinda cool now that you thought about it. Still, you were not going to do it.

Your teacher, however: a hottie. He obviously knows about style and fashion if his dual colored hair and his fur coat are anything to go by. He also had a perfectly shaped face with sharp eyes that you just couldn’t look away from. The whip in his hand told you enough about his life outside of school, and the collar at the end of it also told you enough. This man was def not someone to disrespect, and ngl he could yell at you. That’s for another time; you just hoped you could stare at the man for the entire class. 

Once you and your three friends put the lab coats and goggles on and went to your seats (you assumed because Ace and Deuce dragged you there), the gorgeous man started to lecture, “I see you’re the fresh new faces who will be joining my class today.” He walked around the classroom and gazed at everyone’s figure. “Hm~ What an unusual hair color. Not bad at all, I say. Be careful not to take too long to finish, understood?” He made it to your group of seats near the back and stopped, “My name is Divus Crewel.” His gaze was caught on you for a couple of seconds until he returned to walking around the classroom, “You shall refer to me as Master Crewel, if you please.” He had the most miniscule smirk when he turned back to meet your eyes. 

You turned to Ace with your wide eyes and muttered, “Please tell me he gets you hot and bothered too.” 

Ace just glared and spat back at you, “Only you are dealing with those feelings.” 

Master Crewel clapped his hands twice, “Come, settle down. It’s time for class to begin. First off, a few disclaimers.” 

The entire class ceased the side conversations, and you even placed the weight of your chin on your hands with your elbows on the desk so you could balance your newfound crush for him.

The magnificent man just lightly placed the edge of the whip on his desk, “I shall have your tiny brains remember hundreds of names of medicinal herbs and poisonous plants. And mushrooms are a whole different topic. I’ll have you remember them so that you don’t accidentally poison yourself if you eat some when you go for a walk. Dogs love to eat anything they see, after all.I don’t want to see anyone getting a failing mark during the exam, so I shall be as strict as I can.”

You don’t even remember what he was saying, but you just nodded the entire time. This was a class you knew you were going to stay awake in. Your eyes were still stuck on his figure, and you knew just from looking at him that you may not have a failing grade because you bet you were going to ask for help. 

Your three idiots were seemingly having a conversation next to you while your brain was stuck in your fantasies of after school tutoring. 

Your mind was stuck in your fantasy until the end of class when someone had to use his textbook to smack the back of your head, “Ouch!” You spun around only to find Grim and Ace behind you with a textbook in Ace’s hand. 

 Grim snickered out behind you, “You deserved that, Prefect. Even I, the Great Grim, was paying more attention in this boring class.” By the end of the sentence he sighed all of it out. 

“Come on. Let’s not be late.” Deuce grabbed his stuff and motioned to your group to leave. 

You lightly and neatly put up your lab coat and goggles because male Cruella De Vil was still situated at the front of the class, and you had to look good in front of him. 

“Have a great day!” You gushed out while frantically waving at the man to give him a proper farewell. 

Ace slapped your hand down once you exited the room, “Can you please stop? It’s getting real disgusting.” 

You blew a raspberry at him while the four of you were on your way to your next class, “Oh, shut up and let me be a simp.”

“A what? You know what I’m ignoring you.” Ace shook his head and sighed at your comments. 

The conversation stopped after that when you began to make your way up stairs to get to your next class. You had to go up two flights of stairs which ended with you leaning along a wall, red-faces, and out of breath by the middle of it. 

“Hurry up, supervisor,” Deuce advised. 

You hissed, “Shut up.”

The three of you arrived at your next class which Decue said was “something-something history.” And you were actually kind of excited because you have no clue what has happened in this world, and it is gonna be so different with magic and everything.  

You three took seats near the middle of class, so all of you could still concentrate but still talk some. This class room was structured much more like a lecture hall than the past one with a chalk board at the front behind a teacher desk and desks being on different platforms going up, and so your group had to go up a couple of stairs to get to where you claimed were your seats. 

The class all took their seats and shut their mouths once an older man without a uniform came into the classroom carrying a cat. 

The cat had your full attention for this class because you now have the human desire to pet and love the cat as one should. 

Once the professor sat down with the cat on his lap, he introduced himself, “I am Trein, the professor in charge of Magical History. And this is my familiar, Lucius. I shall have you learn the history behind the magic that you are using now.”

Lucis, the cute little black cat who had a hint of white on his front right under his head, confirmed Professor Trein’s previous statements with a “Meow.”

It took a couple of seconds for you to process the Professor’s words, but once you did you turned to Deuce who was located to the left of you and blurted out, “Wait, is Lucius a real cat? What's a familiar? Can I not pet him? OMG, what if he can understand what I’m saying. That cannot be it-”

Professor Trein cut you off midway with another Lecture (Deuce was just gazing at you with disappointment in his eyes), “I do not only grade by your reports, but also by how you behave in my classroom. I will not tolerate sleeping in class. Now then, please turn to page 5 of your textbooks. This is related to the magic stone that was discovered inside the Dwarf Mines.”

You were taken aback by everything, but you also realized that you did not have a text book. You didn’t even have a book bag or pens, so you turned to Deuce to only flutter your lashes and pout at him until he shared his textbook with you and gave you lose leaf and a pen. 

Lucis decided to bring his voice into the conversation, “Meow.”

“The discovery of this jewel led to magical energy being able to spread worldwide. It could also be considered as the 1st year magic was made possible.” Professor Trein continued his lecture, and you were actually actively taking notes because this was like some wack anime and you had to know the full plot line.

“Meow.”

Ace yawned into his hand when you gazed at him. 

And Deuce was taking notes but his eyes were also beginning to close, “Oh…! The Dwarf Mines, huh… Oh…! Magical energy, huh…” You had to kick him to keep him awake.

Grim rested his head on the desk, “Ugh… I want a more explosive and flashier magic class!”

You could only sigh at the three idiots not paying attention while your pen kept on writing. 

By the end of the class and the lecture was over, all three of the spots next to you were occupied with asleep idiots. You put your stuff into your pockets and got up to nug Grim on his shoulder for him to wake up. His head slowly lifted up with his eyes still closed, so you decided to just carry him to the next class. He was in your arms by the time you got everything together and moved onto the other two idiots asleep. 

You kicked Deuce in the calf who jumped up immediately and rushed to get everything together, and then moved onto Ace to pull his hair. Ace stayed still until you found a certain spot of hair closest to his neck and pinched it and tugged on it. That had him reaching for your hand to stop your actions and had him awake and ready to move. 

“Get up, class already ended.” You let go of his hair to move to the walkway of the classroom. 

Ace shook his head to wake himself further up, “Okay.. but why did you have to pinch me so hard?”

“Were you gonna wake up by yourself?”

“No.”

“I think you see my thought process, then.” You shrugged your shoulders while the two remaining boys got their things together. After that all three of you were off to your next class, causing you to walk down stairs and through hallways until the three of you made it to a field outside.

The boys made you drop off your stuff, which wasn’t much anyway, and Grim in order to go and change into a P.E. uniform. Apparently, in the locker room, there were some extra uniforms for you to change into. 

The locker room stunk of mold and fungus from somewhere in the corners of the room, but Deuce led you to a bin of uniforms. He just pulled the first one from the pile and gave it to you. It was a bright green shirt with a dragon or lizard on it. Then, he gave you a black jacket with yellow stripes on the sleeves and a pair of pants with a faded royal purple stripes on parts of the pants. Seems were also ripped out of certain parts of the uniform with most of the colors being lightly faded. Looking at the uniform as a whole, it was definitely going to be too large on you. 

You thanked Deuce while he was walking away to the right side of the locker room, and then, you got moving. You observed the locker room to see if there were any bathrooms and to your luck, toward the back there was another door which led into the bathroom. You entered the next room to find no line and no one in the last stall. On your way to the stall, you passed up a bulky male with silver-white animal ears on his head in a yellow uniform who was washing his hands. You set foot in the final stall to only find the toilet flooded and writings all over the wall, causing you to let out a sigh and shut and lock the door just happy you did not have to use the restroom. 

Once dressed, you took your cloak and other clothes and walked out of the stall to wash your hands. Looking in the mirror was not on your to-do list, so you kept your eyes stuck on the faucet and your hands because the headache from the rat’s nest on your head and the slight pain from parts of your face gave you all the information you needed. You left the restrooms and found a deserted area where many lockers were empty. You threw your clothes in one of the middle lockers, closed it, and took account of the number of the locker. 

You left the locker room to see that you were one of the final people to get dressed and get out of the locker room. Grim, Ace, and Deuce were seated on the ground near the back of the group, and you made your way to them with many different eyes on you. 

The hulking man blew his whistle to get everyone in the class and started a speech, “I’m Vargas and I’m in charge of watching over your physical education.Excellent magic starts with excellent bodies! Behold…! These muscles that I train every day! A magician with no stamina is unspeakable! First, do 20 laps around the field! And then, 100 sit-ups!” He blew the whistle again and threw his pointer finger out the motion for you all to start your laps.

The three of you jumped up from your spot on the ground and slowly walked over to the track. 

Ace grimaced at the teacher, “Eh… I don’t hate exercise, but I can’t handle teachers like him.”

“I have confidence in my physical abilities,” Deuce had his hands on his hips and was twisting his torso around to stretch it. 

Grim shook his head, “What's so fun about running around? I’m not a hamster, yanno?”

You just sighed and joined the group of students starting to run. Ace, Deuce, Grim, and you slowly joined the middle of the group in a jog around the field. 

You were left pondering for a second about everything and anything and your mind went straight to how you could get out of the stuffy cloak because even if you did look like an adventurer you could not stand to wear it in the heat all the time. So you started up a conversation:

“Yo, Deuce,” You bumped arms with him, making Deuce’s eyes slowly drifted to your figure, “Do you know where I could get a school uniform? Is there like a store or something nearby?” 

Deuce contemplated your question for a couple of seconds until he snapped his fingers, “There is a shop on campus that has everything. We could stop there after school today.” 

“Well, that’s one thing covered,” Your feet were still in a constant jog, but they started to cramp in some areas, “I hope they have a clearance section.” 

The rest of PE was much more strenuous than you expected. This teacher thought that all of you were Olympic Athletes with all the work he is making you do, but looking at some of the students here (the green shirt-green haired fellow who is racing down the track whenever possible and the furry male who you saw in the bathroom earlier). Everyone was doing better than you. Even Grim. 

However, the exercises were soon over and you were all allowed to go back to the locker rooms and change. You were for now stuck lying on the ground wheezing from the physical activities you just completed in the past hour. Ace and Deuce went back to get changed and Grim is asleep on the grass behind you. 

“You okay?” A male’s voice could be heard from somewhere above you, but you were too drained to even move your eyes to see who it was. 

You groaned, “Don’t mind me. I’m just slowly decaying.” 

The male was speechless for a second and did not respond until your eyes fluttered open the slightest bit, “Do you want water? Or the nurse?” 

“No, oh gracious savior, but I’d rather you leave me here to be eaten by the birds.” You shut your eyes, listening to Grim groan besides you.

“Um...okay. Please get better,” The male’s footsteps could be heard walking away. 

You stayed there for about another hour in your head just trying to breathe in and out and maybe even fall asleep until a kick was landed on your side. 

“Get up, you lazy ass.” Ace was blessing you with his presence and his torment.

You hurled your body forward and up to grip Ace’s foot which was making its way to your side again, “Don’t you have a sense of common courtesy to not kick someone when they are dying?” 

“You aren’t dying, but you are wasting our break time.” Ace groaned and pulled his foot out of your grip, “So go get dressed.”

Rolling your eyes, you gathered yourself and stood up to make your way back to the changing rooms. You left Grim to be with Ace, so you hoped those two would not cause problems. The rest was a lack of oxygen and lack of water blur until you found your three idiots out in the hallway and began your track to your next class. You decided to take your time a little because you had a ten minute break before the next class. 

Deuce was looking around the hallways for the next class, “Let’s see, the next class is..”

Ace was pouting next to you, “For a magic school, it doesn’t really feel that much different from a normal school, huh… It’s a lot more… ordinary than I thought… Guess I don’t have to worry much even without magic.” His body shifted to turn to your side, “Dontcha think so, too, Grim? Hm…” 

You gazed at where Grim last was which was to the left of you and let your eyes focus and blink for a couple of seconds, “Are you fucking kiddin me?”

A gasp was heard from Deuce in front of you, “Look outside the window! That fluffball running in the Courtyard…” He pointed out Grim’s exact spot in the middle of the large area. 

Once you began your sprint to him, you could hear him cackling about how he did not deserve to listen to boring lectures all day. 

You stopped your run when you realized that you would never be able to make it farther due to PE kicking your butt, “If I have to go to school, then, so does he.”

Deuce and Ace were arriving right behind you.

Deuce crossed his arms, “Running away on the first day…” He shook his head, “That guy just doesn’t learn, huh.” 

“Being negligent on the first day, are we? So, d’ya want us to help you catch Grim?” A smirk bloomed on Ace’s face. 

You scrunched your nose, “If I have to be here, then so does he.”  threaded your hands together and squeezed your eyes shut and bowed, “Please, please help me.”

“I want some chocolate croissants from the canteen!” 

Deuce blurted in agreement, “Then, I shall have some café latte from the cafeteria.”

You rose from your bow, “Perfect, perfect. Thank yooou!!” not even thinking about how you were going to afford that. 

Ace and Deuce pulled their magic pens out of their pockets and joined each other in front of you to start their hunt for Grim. 

Ace smirked at Deuce, “And that’s a deal! Alright, shall we go help out our helpless prefect, Deuce-kun?”

Deuce narrowed his eyes and rolled back his sleeves of his jacket, “Sure thing, Ace-kun. I’m most looking forward to lunchtime.”

“I’ll be in the classroom once you catch him.” You waved the two off while they began their hunt for the cat. 

By the time you made it to your next class, the three showed up with sweat dripping from their faces, their clothes in disarray, and the teacher right behind them. 

This would surely be a great year.

[a-wanderin-whirlybird]

OK Remember that Crossover I just posted about? Warriors/Batman yeah? OK I got more.

FIRST I want to get the setting out there.

Basically the Batfam and the DC universe are two different worlds, but the Warrior Cats Books exist in the DC universe. Every single Bat has read them all and keeps up with the series

The Bats plus Alfred got transformed when they were dealing with a rogue that got Magic somehow, broke into the Batcave, and turned them into cats

The rogue then sent them to a random Lake in a different world. Specifically the Lake the clans eventually settle at

Last thing the bats remembered was fighting a rogue then passing out and now they are cats

Well Damian is excited

And Tim is panicking

Bruce is only Panicking on the inside

They cant find a way to contact anyone else so they figure they need to wait either for the magic to wear off or for Someone to find them

They ALL have read the Warrior books

So they start making a camp and figure out hunting ect

It takes a few days for the Bats to get used to eating Mice and such

Damian is Vegetarian so they try to find someway to get him food

Thats how they found out they still have Human like stomachs so they can eat plants and be ok

Damian eats so many mushrooms during this time, Duke was an Eagle Scout and knows which are edible and which are poisonous.

Jason memorized all of the medicinal herbs in the Warrior Books and had done his own research as a kid so he imediatly steps in as their Medicine cat

He's really good at it which surprises no one

They all have Warrior names and they use them

Bruce AKA Batpelt is the unofficial leader, barely. Its the Batfam you think anyone listens to Bruce?

After adjusting and setting up camp the Bats fall into a routine

During the day a few of them go Scout to find information about where they are and how to get home

This group is comprised of Tim (Redtip), Barbara (Sparktalon), and Bruce (Batpelt)

Yes Barbara is still Paralyzed she still scouts and scoots everywhere

The Hunter/Gatherers leave after the scouts when the sun has actually risen

This group is Duke (Shadeclaw) Damian (Sharppaw) and Dick (Wingleap)

They hunt for food and gather plants to eat

Then the final group is the Camp Group

Alfred (Mountaintail), Jason (Doveslash), and Stephanie (Bubbletooth) are the ones who are permanently in this group as Jason chose to be their doctor, Alfred is an elder and Stephanie likes staying close to home

Cass (Ravenpool) can be in what ever group strikes her fancy that day

Camp group sticks to camp, keep it clean and standing and gather herbs and supplies close to camp

Tim dubs them Batclan one night as a joke and it sticks

They are now Batclan

Anyways they arrived in Summer and by next Spring they are less and less sure of rescue but they keep trying

Then the Scouts find two cats

Specifically Leafpool and Crowfeather as they are arriving at the Lake

Barbara finds them and introduces herself as Sparktalon of Batclan

Leaf and Crow are so confused but go with it

When Leafpool says they have to go back Crow and Leaf have been with Batclan for a few days

Note Leafpool is Jason's fave character so he is over the Moon to meet her

And he does not hide this well

Always asks her questions and Crow thinks he's flirting

Jason laughs "No, Christ No! Wrong species. Leafpool just knows a lot and I like asking her stuff to learn. Its friendship."

Crow is so fucking confused by the wrong species comment but whatever

Anyways when Leafpool says they have to go back The Bats decide "Fuck it! We are here. Let's See if we cant help"

So as Leafpool and Crowfeather go to leave the Bats go with

They offer their assistance in getting the clans to the Lake so long as they can keep their Camp and allow the Scouts to do their job

They agree to talk to the leaders about it

But the journey back includes several things

First Jason flat out tells Leafpool he knows she got pregnant and that she needs to tell Starclan to suck a dick and keep the kits

Leafpool doesn't believe him at first

Then Jason tells her the events of the Journey that Squirrelflight took and some things only Leafpool would know

Leaf believes him now but is hesitant to keep the kits

She talks to Crow who sits with her and goes through the options they have

They decide to come back to the issue later

For now they focus on getting the clans to the Lake

After THAT Dick and Tim tell them about Hawkfrost and his plans and what he plans to do with Windclan

Crowfeather is furious and wants to get back ASAP

Tim notes how he got angrier about the attempt on Firestar's life

Mainly cause Leafpool was distraught

But they get back to the forest and Leafpool and Crowfeather gather the clans

Meanwhile the Bats (Alfred included) start running interference on Hawkfrost

In this Hawk started his Plans late so the coup and Attempt on Fire's life happen after Leaf and Crow get home

They catch Hawkfrost setting up the Fox trap and Imediatly jump in to grab him

Hawkfrost is uh... just he doesn't even pose a threat

Look its the BATS they are hella strong and highly trained

Cass gets to drag Hawk back to the Fourtrees as the Clans arrive

Jason brings in the trap primed and untouched

At first Riverclan thinks These rogues are attacking

Alfred just levels a disappointed look at Hawkfrost and he confesses Everything

Needless to say he isn't Deputy anymore and is exiled

Then this scene happens

Firestar watched the small clan his daughter brought in. Here in Fourtrees, they revealed a plot on his life from both Hawkfrost and Brambleclaw. His former deputy admitted he had hold ups but was going with the plan. Needless to say Firestar removed him from his position as Deputy but did not exile him.

One of the younger Mollies, she called herself Ravenpool, A lithe solid black cat with white dots above her eyes, she had come to him privately while Riverclan dealt with Hawkfrost.

"Your deputy. He hesitated but he helped Hawkfrost." Was all she said. She then rejoined her clan? Family? Firestar did not know what to call them. But he had gone to Brambleclaw and asked about this.

Brambleclaw didn't try to deny it. The warrior was embarrassed immensely and stepped down from his role when Firestar told him too.

Firestar decided to pick a new deputy later. Right now he watched his kits reuniting and Leafpool introducing a Tom from the newcomers. Crowfeather stuck close to Leafpool and the new Tom as he was introduced to Squirrelflight. Firestar decided to get a bit closer.

"Doveslash. Nice to meet you." The Tom, Doveslash said as Firestar approached. "Im these self sacrificing idiots Medicine cat. You would be surprised how often Sharppaw and Br-Batpelt shows up having fought something they did not need to."

"Oh! No wonder Leafpool wanted me to meet you. Are you all a clan? Or are you the Elder's kits?" Squirrelflight asked. Doveslash cackled loudly making several cats turn to them.

"I mean, in a way! Mountaintail raised Bats, then Bats found the rest of us." Another cat meowed, joining Doveslash. "Wingleap. I'm this idiot's older brother."

"And an ass! Get your tail out of my face Dickie!" Doveslash hissed at the elder, swiping at the thin grey and black tail that had draped over his head. Wingleap laughed, playfully and gracefully leaping away as Doveslash gave chase. An older black tom approached Firestar with a tired smile.

"Batpelt. My sons are rowdy at times. My apologies." Batpelt said, his voice was gravel like and heavy. Firestar wondered how much energy he spent keeping the younger Cats reigned in.

"Firestar. No need to apologize. It is nice to see others so carefree."

"Perhaps, but there is more pressing business to attend to." Batpelt motioned to the perch with the other leaders. It seemed they were ready.

"Yes, lets begin." Firestar said, leaping to join the other leaders. Tallstar looked tired and Firestar could only guess why.

"Cats of the forest." It seemed Batpelt decided to start without prompting. "My name is Batpelt, my clan and I hail from a Lake to the West. We discovered your home was being destroyed. The Lake has plenty of territory and prey for you all to thrive in. We wish to take you there."

The clans erupted into noise. Beneath it all Firestar heard Batpelt whispering to Redtip.

"The entire operation is illegal. This is a Nature preserve not a plot for sale. How much do you think that Lake costs? We could make it into a protected space."

"Bruce. We cant buy the Lake. Wrong world remember?" Redtip hissed back and Batpelt sighed. As the noise died down and the meeting continued Firestar could only wonder.

Who were these cats really?

Thats all for now, more later (Specifically on Leafpool and the kits cause Plans, Jason loves his fave and is determined to give her a happy ending)

[honyakuninakunaru]

A Whimsical Snowdome // Mithra SSR Card Story

CHAPTER 1

(Snow Market)

Akira: "Alrighty... And with that, we've gotten presents for everyone back at the manor. It was hard to decide since there are a lot of unique things here at the Snow Market."

Chloe: "Right? I completely lost track of time while looking for this many souvenirs. By the way, are you hungry, Master Sage? Just now, I saw a stand that looked like they have some delicious meat. It's clo—"

Mithra: "They have meat, you say?"

Chloe: "Ah!"

Akira: "Oh, hi, Mithra. Are you perhaps hungry as well?"

Mithra: "Yes. So, where is that stand?"

Chloe: "Ah, um... It's the one right there, with the blue sign..."

(Sounds of footsteps)

As Chloe modestly pointed in the booth's direction, Mithra languidly made his way towards it. When he did, Chloe breathed out in relief.

Chloe: "Sigh..."

Akira: "Something the matter, Chloe?"

Chloe: "Well, Mithra's a northern wizard, and he's quite strong, so I'm a little scared, you see... Of course, I'd like to get along with him better, but..."

Akira: "I see... He does have the presence of someone with power, or rather, a unique aura."

I looked at the stands and saw Mithra, who was just sinking his teeth into the freshly obtained goods. The gesture of licking his long, sticky with overflowing sauce finger held sex appeal capable of overwhelming others, even those of a coarser nature.

Chloe: "....."

Mithra: "What? Do you two want some? I'm not sharing, you know."

Chloe: "Ah, no, no! I was thinking of giving you my handkerchief if you'd like to use it... But, uhm, my luggage's too much, I can't take it out."

Mithra: "Is that so. You are carrying a lot of bags, though."

Chloe: "These are the presents Master Sage and I chose for the others."

Akira: "I'm indebted to everyone for always taking care of me, so I have to get them something. Aren't you going to give anyone a gift too, Mithra?"

Mithra: "No. While it's true that occasionally, humans would give us tributes, the opposite isn't a thing. Is there even a difference between a tribute and a present?"

Chloe: "Eh!? A difference, huh... W-well, a present could be something that's filled with your feelings of gratitude? ...Ah, I found the handkerchief! Here you are."

Mithra: "Thank you."

Akira: "Psst, Chloe, Chloe!"

Chloe: "Hm? Why are you whispering, Master Sage...?"

Akira: "Looks like you were able to talk with Mithra very naturally just now. Isn't this your chance at getting a little closer?"

Chloe: "N-now that you mention it, I wasn't as nervous as before. The way things are, we should try and invite him to go around the market together..."

Mithra: "What are you two whispering over there? Oh well, not like I care much."

(Sound of footsteps)

Chloe: "Ah! Mithra, wait up!"

CHAPTER 2

Mithra continued to walk past the lively stalls without paying them any attention. His stop was a shop with a stylish feel and a line up of brightly coloured candy.

Bunny Bartender: "Welcome! What kind of candy would you like?"

Mithra: "Those blue ones."

Chloe: "Waah, they're so pretty...!"

Mithra: "Oh, you followed me. Did you two get thirsty as well?"

Akira: "No, not exactly... Never mind that, isn't this a candy store?"

Bunny Bartender: "Our shop’s service is to make cocktails using the candy picked by the customers. You can choose alcohol ones, too."

Akira: ("Cocktails from...candy? I can't imagine that at all...")

Akira: "Um, can I order as well?"

Mithra: "Go on. It's not like I'm the one making them."

Chloe: "I-I'd like one, too! There are so many to choose from, though..."

Akira: "I get you... All of them are so pretty. Which are the non-alcoholic ones..."

Mithra: "Chloe should go with the red one, and you with the purple one."

Akira and Chloe: "Huh?"

Mithra: "My drink is never going to come if you two keep on choosing forever, you know."

———

Bunny Bartender: "Pardon the delay."

A mysterious looking liquid was poured inside a tall glass. Its purple jewels were sparkling and shining as if being melted, making it look like a real piece of art.

Akira: "It's so tasty...! It tastes mild and grape-y!"

Chloe: "And this one is apple-flavoured! It has just the right amount of sweetness and sourness! I'm really liking this! Thank you for choosing them for us, Mithra."

Mithra: "Good thing that I was here, truly."

Akira: "I never noticed this shop because it's so far at the back. I want to bring the others here too... Right! Should I get them these as a present as well?"

Mithra: "More presents? Really? Well, even if you wanted to, you can't make a cocktail with them if you don't have the magic recipe. You'll be bringing back normal candy."

Akira: "That's fine too. I can tell them about this store over some candy-eating."

Chloe: "I think I'll do the same! Shylock might get happy if I get some for him."

Mithra: "..... Can anything be a present? Like a skull or a even poisonous plant?"

Chloe: "W-well... If it's going to make the other person happy...?"

Mithra: "I see."

Akira: "Speaking of, this store has a more intimate feel to it, unlike the other stalls that are rather public. There must be some unusual stuff here... Ah, this...!"

CHAPTER 3

What caught my eye was an array of snow globes. The snow inside them was swirling while a charming, cat-shaped dolls in the middle spun in a dance.

Mithra: "Have you taken a liking to this?"

Akira: "Yes, it's so pretty! There are so many to choose from... Ah, doesn't the cat inside this one look like you, Mithra?"

Chloe: "You're right! Its fur is the same dark red colour as your hair."

Mithra: "How rude can the two of you be. I'm nothing like this hairy ball. And if it's all because of the red hair, then you're the same, no?"

Chloe: "Ah! G-guess you're right! But my hair's a bit curlier compared to yours..."

Mithra: "On the other hand, doesn’t this black one remind you of Oz?"

Akira: "Of Oz...? When you say it like that..."

Mithra: "Here, look closer. It has a sore expression and isn't cute at all, just like that man."

Akira and Chloe: ("Um, not that I agree...")

Mithra: "Oh, right. Why don't we trap Oz inside this? We can just leave him there to dance with his cat look-alike. I can cast a spell on it and offer it to him as a gift. You said that a present can be anything, as long as it makes the other party happy, right?"

Chloe: "W-wait just a minute! I'm not sure Master Oz would be happy to receive something like this..."

——— (In front of the Christmas tree)

Chloe: "Wah, time flies so fast when you're enjoying yourself... The Snow Market is so fun."

Akira: "I'm glad I was able to go around it with you two. We've made some good memories."

Mithra: "...Right. Master Sage, give me your hand."

Mithra plopped something in my hand with a troubled expression.

Akira: "Ah, this is the snow globe we saw earlier...!"

Chloe: "D-don't tell me you really plan on cursing Master Oz with this..."

Mithra: "Excuse me? Look closely. It's me who's inside."

Akira and Chloe: "Eh...?"

Peering into the snow globe that rested on the palm of my hand, I saw the dark red-furred cat we compared to Mithra, dancing amidst the falling snow.

Mithra: "I'm giving it to you since you looked like you wanted it."

Akira and Chloe: ".....S...co..."

Mithra: "Huh? What mosquito...?"

Akira and Chloe: "So~ co~ol!"

Mithra: "So~ noisy... Please don't yell all of a sudden."

Akira: "Thank you so much, Mithra...! I'm so happy! I will take good care of it!"

Chloe: "Your present was a success, how good is that, Mithra!"

Mithra: "I guess you're right. Well, anything given to you by me is of the highest value. Feel free to thank me to your heart's content."

Big thanks to @/_Zeotrope_ on Twitter for providing the raws for this story!

[lonelysoul029]

His Hufflepuff Secret ~ Ten

Warnings: good old fashioned smut, 

<-Previous Chapter

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Draco enters the kitchen, just as the last of the house elves leave. He sighs and comes up with the next best thing; tomato soup.

He gets to work, gathering the ingredients and placing a pot on the stove. Draco expertly moves around, having made this soup many times before.

As all the ingredients simmer in the pot, he breathes in the smell. It takes him back to the times when he'd be sick at home and their house elves would cook up a nice bowl of tomato soup.

"Y/N will love this," he places the lid on after putting the diced potatoes into the mix.

With a bowl of tomato soup in each hand, Draco walks back down to the dungeons. It's a bit late now, so he's careful to not be seen by Mr. Filch or his creepy cat. He reaches the bare stone wall and whispers the password. The common room seems to be empty, except for the dancing flames in the furnace.

He's about to open the door that leads to the boys' dorm rooms when a sudden voice almost makes him drop the bowls in his hands.

"Hey, Dracy."

Draco rolls his eyes before turning towards the voice, "Don't call me that, Parkinson."

Pansy completely ignores his statement and walks over to him, eyeing the food he's carrying, "What do you have there?"

"Poison."

She giggles. The most annoying sound to ever reach Draco's eardrums. "You're funny, Dracy," the girl takes a whiff, "Hmm, tomato soup. Why do you have two bowls, though?"

"That's none of your business, really," he turns to leave, but is stopped when a small hand is placed on his shoulder.

Pansy turns him back around to face her, "I think it is my business, my love." God, that would sound great coming from Y/N, Draco thinks. "You're going back to your dorm late at night with food that is obviously for two people," she folds her arms across her chest, obviously, and pathetically, trying to make her tits look bigger, "Who is the other one for? Don't tell me it's for that blood traitor whore."

"Shut the fuck up, Parkinson," Draco scowls at her, "For your information, it's for Y/N and I. You know, Fawley? My girlfriend." He storms through the door, leaving an annoyed but dejected, Pansy.

He hears her whine a 'hmph' as the door closes behind him. Draco sighs then walks faster.

Finally, he reaches his bedroom. He looks over to the bed and sees Y/N lying down on her side, sleeping peacefully. He crosses the room to carefully place the bowls on his desk.

Draco sits on the bed next to her, admiring how beautiful she is; her lips parted slightly, lashes fanning over her skin, and her face calm and relaxed. He brushes the hair away from her cheeks before gently kissing her temple.

Y/N's eyes flutter open and she sees Draco smiling down at her, "How long have you been sitting there?"

"Oh, I've been here for hours. Just watching you sleep," he grins at her.

She reaches a hand up to ruffle his hair, "Creep."

"Yeah, but I'm your creep," he winks and they both laugh. Draco leans down to capture her lips with his. Y/N brings her other hand to the back of his neck to pull him so that he's on top of her, using both of his hands to support him.

Y/N slides her tongue into his mouth, making him moan. He wraps his fingers around her neck, the cold silver rings pressing into her sensitive flesh. She sighs into the kiss, enjoying the warmth that his whole body provides.

All of a sudden, Draco pulls away, "Soup's getting cold," he smirks as he gets up.

"Tease," she mutters, sitting up on the bed.

He hands her a bowl and settles down across from her, "I made it myself. Eat up."

She takes a spoonful of the soup, "Draco, that's so good," she moans.

Draco chokes on his food, "Jesus fucking Christ, Fawley. Don't do that."

Y/N tilts her head to the side in confusion, "Don't do what? I was just saying that the soup's good."

When Draco gains his resolve a little, he clears his throat, "But you-- nevermind."

She raises an eyebrow at him and sets her bowl down on the nightstand, deciding to get payback for getting teased, "I, what?," she's smirking now as she inches closer to a flustered Draco.

"Fawley," he sternly warns, "Don't."

Y/N grabs his hand that is holding his spoon and guides it to her mouth. Moaning again, but blinking innocently up at him. She takes the spoon out and licks her lips. Wiping the corner with her thumb then sucking it seductively.

"Fuck it," Draco drops the bowl to the floor, the clattering and splashing sound ignored as he pushes her down, kissing her aggressively.

"Draco," she whispers into his mouth, "I need you."

"Really?" he pulls away, panting.

No sooner than Y/N utters a 'yes' does he crash his lips on hers again, even more passionate than before. He pulls her panties to the side, fingers brushing against her clit.

"You're soaked, darling," he whispers into her ear as he pumps a finger into her, getting her ready for him.

She moans and Draco quickens his pace, making her come for the second time tonight.

As she recovers from her orgasm, Draco takes off his shirt and trousers, leaving him in his boxers. Y/N's eyes widen when he pulls the black material down, his cock springing out as he does.

Draco smirks at her reaction, "Like what you see, Y/N?"

She can only nod in response, causing the boy to chuckle. He reaches over to the drawer on the nightstand next to her and opens a box of condoms. Y/N raises an eyebrow at him.

"What? It was a gag gift from Zabini," he defends, pulling out a foil packet and places the box back in the drawer. He puts the packet in between his teeth as he uses a hand to slowly pump his length. Draco's eyes rake over her body hungrily and Y/N thinks she can just melt right then and there. He opens the packet and rolls the condom on. "Are you sure this is okay?"

"Yes, Draco. Please," Y/N replies.

"Alright, baby," he lines up with her entrance. He uses an arm to support his weight and pushes the tip in.

Y/N sucks in a breath, the excitement flowing through her veins.

He inches deeper and deeper with each slow thrust. Her walls clamp down on his shaft once he bottoms out, groaning quietly at the feeling. He takes a moment to let her adjust around him.

She wraps her arms around his neck, "You can move, Draco."

He nods and slowly pulls back before slamming back in. Y/N moans as Draco gradually increases his pace. He's breathing heavily as sweat starts forming on his forehead.

She cries out when he hits a particular spot deep inside her. She experimentally rolls her hips against his and elicits a moan from him.

"Fuck," he pants, "Do that again."

She obeys him, another moan bleeds through his lips as he throws his head back. She hooks her feet together behind his back, making him hit deeper. She drops her hands down on each side of her head, gripping the sheets tight as Draco brings her closer and closer to the edge.

"Draco," she whimpers, "Please," she has no idea what she's pleading for, but Draco seems to know.

"I got you, baby," he brings a hand down to where they are connected. He uses his thumb to rub figure-eight patterns on her clit.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come," she moans.

"Come for me, Y/N," Draco's deep and raspy voice reaches her ears.

His words push her completely off the edge. A string of moans and curses fall from her lips as the pleasure of her orgasm explodes through her.

Draco stills inside her, groaning out as he releases into the condom. He thrusts a few more times, riding out their high together, then pulls out. He discards of the latex then collapses onto the bed.

Once he catches his breath, he speaks, "How are you feeling, sweetheart?"

Y/N turns on her side to face him and smiles, "Amazing."

He chuckles and plants a kiss on her forehead, "I'm glad." Draco gets up and puts his boxers back on, "Come on, let's get ready for bed," he then walks into his bathroom.

"Okay," she picks up Draco's shirt from the floor. She puts it on and leaves the top few buttons unbuttoned. Y/N heads inside the bathroom and sees Draco at the sink, brushing his teeth.

He catches sight of her through the mirror and almost chokes on the toothpaste, so he spits it out, "Merlin."

"What's wrong?"

Draco finishes brushing his teeth and turns around to face her, "Nothing. You just look so good in my shirt, looking completely fucked out."

Y/N smirks then puts her hair up into a messy bun. Draco stares at her, mouth slightly agape.

"What?" she walks past him towards the sink, "It's so my hair doesn't get wet while I brush my teeth."

He looks at her with a grin, "Woman, you know damn well-"

"Obviously," Y/N mumbles with a toothbrush in her mouth.

Draco chuckles and just watches her through the mirror as she finishes up.

"You know," she spits out the water then looks at him in the reflection, "You should take a picture. It'll last longer."

"Okay," is all he says before leaving the bathroom. When he comes back, he has a Polaroid camera in his hand. Y/N is about to say something but gets cut off by a flash. He pulls out the film and waits for the photo to show up.

"Draco!" she lightly hits him on the arm.

"What? You told me to take a picture," Draco shrugs.

"I was joking, love," she replies sarcastically.

He sticks his tongue out at her playfully and she does it right back.

"Look, the picture's done," he looks down at the photo in his hand and his lips pull into a smile.

"Let me see," Y/N reaches out to grab the film but Draco moves his hand away.

"No."

She frowns, "Why not? Oh Merlin, I look terrible, don't I? I swear Draco Malfoy if you show anyone th--"

She gets cut off again when Draco suddenly kisses her. He pulls away after a second.

"You don't look terrible. It's a very cute photo, actually," he states as-a-matter-of-factly.

Still a little flustered after the kiss, she asks, "Why won't you show me, then?"

"Because," he uses his free hand to rub the back of his neck, "I kind of just... want it for myself, I guess."

I swear, my heart just skipped a beat. "O-oh," Y/N blushes.

"Yeah, it's no big deal. If you're done, we should get back to bed," Draco walks back into the bedroom.

Y/N stands there for a moment, confused, "Huh. That was kinda cute," she smiles to herself before following Draco. She sees him standing by his desk holding his wallet while he inserts her photo into the leather fold.

"Now, you'll always be with me, wherever I go," he turns around wraps her arms around her waist, kissing her forehead.

"I've always been with you, though," she replies.

"Yeah," he shrugs, "But sometimes you're with your little friends and you have to pretend that you hate me."

She chuckles, "Considering what happened at the Yule Ball, and literally everything that happened since, I think we don't have to pretend anymore."

Draco leans down, softly kissing her, "I think I'm good with that."

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Next Chapter->

[ary-se]

Mankai with a cat

a few months ago, our cat scratched me right on my cheek and my first thought out of all things was "what if mankai had a cat" pls get me out of this brainrot 😣

on a side note, this got way TOO LONG so i'm putting it under the cut!! this also works as an apology since i was gone for too long without notice 🙇‍♀️ as always, thank you for reading!

🐾 having a pet for the dorm was a subject mankai always brought up. it definitely sounds like a good idea for a domestic setting, but actually getting a pet is out of the question. sakyo didn't allow it due to obvious reasons, and of course it involved the company's budget.

🐾 there was one time however when muku and yuki went back to the dorms with a white stray cat that had a sprain. that time, sakyo would've given them a lecture like usual, but he gave in anyways and told them that they can foster the cat and they'll let it go after its leg gets better.

🐾 unfortunately for sakyo, everyone got way too attached to the cat before its sprain healed, and sakyo also adored the cat but of course he wouldn't openly admit that. after a week, when the cat got better, it only took a few buttons to push before sakyo agreed to finally keeping the cat, under the condition that they are not getting another pet again.

🐾 no one knew who started calling the cat koko, though it just seemed so natural that everybody else started to follow suit, which was pretty convenient because they didn't have to fight over the cat's name when mankai will finally keep her as a pet. (fun fact coco is the name of our cat)

🐾 that week, tenma deadass acted like an expecting father having his very first child, it was really unnerving to see. taichi and juza would often join tenma in shopping for random cat toys after school, which usually lasts longer than girls shopping for a singular pair of heels and that already says a lot

🐾 the conversation usually goes like this

tenma: "what's the best color for this toy mouse?"

taichi: "i like the red one!"

juza: "that's fine too."

tenma, after 10 minutes: "i see, i'll just buy all 7 colors"

🐾 tenma spoiled koko a LOT. teasers? balls? lasers? plushies? you name it, and tenma literally had them in ALL available colors. he did not really care if some of the toys remained untouched, as long as koko had something to be busy with. tenma had a huge ass box of cat toys that he could open up his own damn store and he'd get a lot of profit

🐾 tasuku literally had no idea why, but koko never scratched anywhere but his legs. is there some sort of magic on his legs?? if there was, it wasn't something tasuku is aware of, and he isn't sure if he wants to know what it is either.

🐾 it actually didn't hurt or anything, it just annoyed him when he needs to go somewhere else and the cat would just pounce to his direction to scratch his legs. tasuku feels bad on walking away, so all he does is stand up and wait until koko is done scratching his leg so he can finally move on.

🐾 when a scratching post was delivered to the dorm, koko has been all over it ever since. when tasuku noticed that koko never scratched on his legs anymore, it then just occurred to him that koko used his legs as a temporary scratching post. if he was being conpletely honest, he doesn't know how to feel about this.

🐾 know the meme of people making their babies choose their pokemon starter? that's what itaru did to koko, except he used the figurines of his waifus instead of pokemon plushies. he'd carry koko to the table, and the figurine koko will knock over would determine who her best girl supposedly is.

🐾 what he didn't know was that koko wouldn't knock one figurine over, but ALL FIVE OF THEM, and they all went rolling from the table and fell down to the floor. he swore that one of the figurines easily gets broken since its glasses came off at some point, and until that moment his trust towards animals has never been tested so bad. gladly, none of the figurines broke so koko is not yet in itaru's hit list.

🐾 even with all the toys tenma showered her with, koko finds itaru's hair on a ponytail very entertaining. itaru doesn't really mind koko messing with his hair as long as his gaming stays uninterrupted, though he gets annoyed when koko pulls a part of his hair too hard. he also somehow gets pissed whenever his hairtie falls off during a crucial moment, but he doesn't have the heart to get mad at koko so he lets her off the hook for so many times.

🐾 if omi is already such a mom to mankai, he is even more of a mom to koko. there is a sack of cat kibbles stored away for weeks, but it still remains untouched up to this day because omi always whip up homemade meals for her.

🐾 there was a time when omi cooked up turkey, mashed potatoes and corn for koko's dinner, but he didn't prepare anything for the actual human beings in mankai. omi was just like, "oh haha, there is leftover curry in the fridge. we probably should finish that first"

🐾 in other words, koko isn't subjected to curry hell. never. cats actually aren't supposed to eat curry or else something would happen. even if cats were allowed to eat curry though, it is highly doubtful that omi will make koko eat curry on a daily basis. if omi is an actual mom, everyone would collectively agree that the favorite child is koko. no buts, no questions asked, that's it.

🐾 it was a given that cats don't like water, so everyone was really surprised when they learned that koko LOVES water. the first time they learned it was when sakuya went to wash the dishes like usual, only for koko to literally pounce by the sink. she waits for sakuya to turn on the faucet and everytime sakuya does, she just sticks her paw out to the water until he turns it off. it was an adorable sight.

🐾 it definitely made sakuya slower on washing the dishes, but he does not really mind one bit, he actually enjoys the company. he opted to use a bit more dishwashing soap after he noticed that koko also liked to play with the excessive foam and bubbles on the sink whenever he finishes doing the dishes.

🐾 everyone in mankai, especially sakuya, already made it a habit to call out to koko whenever they're about to do the dishes so koko wouldn't have to wait for the sound of the faucet before running to the sink. it already is a routine every after mealtime.

🐾 was it already mentioned that koko likes water? yes. whenever the boys get in the bath, koko also joins in the damn tub and REFUSES to leave. after some time, the boys already accepted it and just let the cat stay in the tub, losing their sense of privacy in the process. they also bought little rubber duckies and those bubble bath products so koko can play around with the excessive amount of bubbles and the rubber duckies in the tub.

🐾 there was one time when omi woke up super early to prepare breakfast, though he went to the bathroom first and nearly shit on his pants when he saw koko in the empty tub. no koko, he isn't going to fill the tub with water if you just stay there. get out of there and sleep in your own damn bed.

🐾 koko also follows anyone who is on their way to the bathroom, ALWAYS assuming that they'll fill up the tub every time they do get in the bathroom. sorry to break this to you koko, but taichi wouldn't get in the bathroom 8 times a day to take a bath every single time, he just really wants to pee... please give him a break

🐾 koko always joins tsumugi when he is in the garden, though it was only because she wants to drink on the water coming out of tsumugi's watering can. when there are water droplets on the leaves, she climbs up and licks them off. unfortunately, it is one of the reasons why tsumugi started to yell on a daily basis, "KOKO NO THAT PLANT IS POISONOUS DON'T LICK THAT—"

🐾 tsumugi wouldn't have to warn koko forever though, since she'd eventually memorize what plants are poisonous and what are not. sometimes, after tsumugi is done watering the plants, he'd fill the watering can with water again just so koko would get in the can and chill for who knows how long.

🐾 koko is attached to muku for obvious reasons (he picked her up when she was injured!!) so koko is often in their shared room with kazunari. sadly, there was a time when muku took a break from reading the shoujo manga to grab some water, and when he got back, koko was already tearing it into pieces.

🐾 muku did not get angry at koko, but the cat knew something was wrong when muku was trying to stop himself from crying that koko already knew not to tear any of muku's books in the future. koko still felt really bad about it even after muku bought a new copy of that specific volume.

🐾 whenever kazunari is rushing an art project that is to be passed the next day, muku holds koko close to him so koko wouldn't be able to somehow ruin the painting. there has already been an instance wherein koko stepped all over the painting when muku and kazunari wasn't in the room, and that better not happen ever again.

🐾 gladly, kazunari was calm about it and found a way to fix the blue pawprints all over the white paint, but only god knows what will happen once koko messes up the painting again when kazunari is getting SO close to breaking down because of the deadline.

🐾 there are times when kazunari prefers to eat bread with charcoal and drink his paint water than having koko step all over his artwork, and muku better make sure kazunari does none of that

🐾 banri is unfortunately one of those people who pretends to be a dick around their pets. more often than he would admit, he'd act like he is about to throw a punch to koko, only to actually give it gentle pats on the head. banri throwing the cat mid-air and catching her is already a common sight, too.

🐾 he finds it funny scaring koko in all sorts of ways, especially when it comes to heights. banri would carry koko up high, and pretend to drop her just to catch the cat again. sakyo has reprimanded him a lot of times regarding this situation, but he brushes it off.

🐾 there was one time however when banri just carries koko up high and stays that way. the cat was literally scared shitless of being high up on mid-air unmoving, she literally had no choice but to piss right on banri's face. ever since that time, banri toned down his tendencies of teasing the cat

🐾 koko ALWAYS sleeps with hisoka. it doesn't matter where, will it on top of the sink? on the tree? below the table of the living room? you name it, and you see koko and hisoka stuck to each other like glue. somehow it feels like koko became a replacement of penpen. the poor stuffed toy probably got messed up by the cat, waiting to finally get fixed in yuki's room

🐾 koko got hisoka's habit of sleeping literally everywhere that it became really concerning. there was a time when tsuzuru noticed that koko was nowhere to be found, and everyone went batshit looking at her all over the city. even sakyo got mad at everyone because they weren't keeping an eye out of the cat while everybody else is gone. after how many hours of searching, turns out the cat was just sleeping inside the fucking washing machine

🐾 funny enough, taichi and koko have the SAME eyes. like, actual striking blue. taichi usually carries her and parades around the dorm, announcing the news to everyone even though he has said it for like the 83rd time that day. nobody really minds though, the coincidence is still too unreal. the quote "like pet, like owner" doesn't really apply to koko and taichi though, because if anything, it feels more like comparing a cat to a puppy

🐾 taichi is also the one who plays with koko the most, which solely meant that he also used the cat toys tenma bought as much as the cat herself did. at this point, it wouldn't be wrong if they said that the toys were bought for BOTH koko and taichi because even taichi sometimes finds entertainment in using the teaser by himself whenever the cat is being held by somebody else.

🐾 as much as yuki refuses to admit it, he actually gets concerned when koko climbs up in all sorts of countertops, because that would mean koko would also NOT hesitate to climb up to his sewing machine. he is already meticulous when it comes to his materials for sewing, but even moreso now.

🐾 every after yuki finishes sewing, he tightly encloses the sewing machine with a case so that the cat wouldn't get to touch it and potentially get hurt. yuki also used to just leave his sewing materials on the desk, but nowadays he actually keeps them into somewhere secure so as to not harm anybody. he can't have koko's paws bleeding just because of some damn pin that rolled on the floor

🐾 yuki also somehow feels bad when he drives the cat away from him by force every time he is working on the costumes for the next play. he doesn't know what the cat is thinking, but he hopes that koko knows he is just trying not to actually make her bleed over some needles. as a repayment, yuki lets koko bother him all she wants whenever he does his homework with muku.

🐾 since masumi always used to be alone at home, he always thought of the possibility of adopting a pet cat that would keep him company. that constant thought he had already dissipated when he started living in the mankai dorm, so when they decided to take koko in, he remembered the specific reasons why he wanted to own a cat.

🐾 he never let anyone willingly in his personal bubble except for the cat, which he accepted pretty easily. masumi also found it kind of amusing to blast songs on shuffle from his phone because koko had her own way of showing if she likes the song or not. if she likes it, she doesn't do anything. if koko doesn't, she taps her paw on his phone a lot of times as if telling him to change the song. most of the time, masumi obliges.

🐾 every time tsuzuru opens the fridge really late at night, he has to double check if koko is inside the fridge or not before he closes it. there was one time when he didn't notice koko get in the fridge while getting energy drinks. the cat pretty much stayed in there for hours and hours until omi opened the fridge to make breakfast. tsuzuru was lectured by sakyo that morning because he would be ultimately responsible if the cat died in the fridge from freezing her ass off

🐾 whenever tsuzuru gets in a writing frenzy, koko keeps him company late at night. unfortunately for tsuzuru, if he stops typing for at least 10 seconds, koko takes that as a sign to pounce on his keyboard and just lay down there. tsuzuru already knew better than to carry her away from his keyboard since the cat will be insistent enough to return to his keyboard, so he usually gives up and goes to bed, saving the ideas in his head for the next time he wakes up.

🐾 because of that, every time tsuzuru finishes a script for the next play, his tendencies of passing out right after handing the script to somebody else significantly lessens. tsuzuru doesn't know if the cat is just trying to be annoying or if she just wants him to get some sleep, but either way he doesn't really mind because he gets to stop himself from overworking. well sorta

🐾 juza almost never approaches koko. like never. it feels like he is openly avoiding the cat for some apparent reason, and nobody knows why, but in reality he is just scared as shit of the damn cat. what if koko gets mad at him? what if she suddenly gets aggressive and scratches him? honey you're way bigger than her, and koko wouldn't hurt you... really it's okay

🐾 juza's way of offering affection to the cat is to give her some portions of his meal during dinner, sometimes breakfast. he tries to be sneaky about it, but he legitimately has no idea that everyone knows. it becomes more obvious when koko already made it a habit to sit on the chair behind juza every meal time to get more food. that still happens even after omi just filled up her fucking bowl. nobody comments about it though, they find it hilarious

🐾 koko always tries to test homare's patience, but for some reason homare literally doesn't give a single fuck. every time he is writing something down, high chances are koko would spread the ink all over his paper. sometimes she'd try to crawl her way in his coat sleeve, and homare, he just....... doesn't mind.

🐾 if homare is actually busy however, he'd take out his necktie from his vest if koko doesn't want to leave his lap. most of the time, she actually plays with it like it's a teaser. homare is fine if the necktie gets destroyed, he has a lot of neckties in his closet and some of them are specifically for the purpose of koko messing with them

🐾 not to mention that he also finds it really amusing that koko gets overly excited when it comes to lasers. homare is curious why this would be the case, so he usually uses the laser to play with koko when he has free time. he doesn't think of where he points the laser though, so his wooden desk ends up having a lot of scratches. again, he knows and he doesn't care in the slightest.

🐾 misumi adores koko so much. her ears are triangles, her paws are triangle, her nose is triangle. she is a fucking triangle. with the help of kazunari, he already has a whole album of koko's best pictures in polaroid films. most of them are in a photo book so that everyone has a physical copy to look at, while some of them are taped on misumi's wall. the ones on misumi's room are particularly the ones where her ears are especially prominent.

🐾 at least twice or thrice a week, misumi brings koko out of the dorm and brings her to other groups of stray cats that misumi deems trustworthy. nothing bad happens to koko gladly, because only god knows what would happen once misumi's instincts tell him something horrible is about to happen to their pet cat, and they're always spot on

🐾 citron has ZERO sense of personal space when it comes to koko. citron would literally touch koko anywhere, thinking she is fine with it. unfortunately, there are times when citron pets koko on parts she doesn't want to be touched, particularly the tail and the area around it. citron's hands always end up covered in scratches. over time, he memorized where he should and shouldn't touch like the back of his hand

🐾 citron made a koko jr. which was completely intended to be for display purposes. the cat saw it as a new mouse toy however, so it didn't take a whole day for koko jr. to look like a ball of messed up wool. it doesn't look like a damn cat anymore, though it passes as an extremely fluffy and distorted alpaca

🐾 sakyo never shows affection to the cat. no pets, no strokes, nothing. the most he does to koko is spare her a glance, and sometimes he even glares at her from a distance when sakyo gets too absorbed in his thoughts... despite that, everyone wonders why every time sakyo comes home, she gets more energetic greeting him compared to how she'd greet the rest of the boys when they come back to the dorm

🐾 azuma knows. he would sometimes stay up for late night talks with sakyo, and through their conversations that's when azuma learns how much sakyo cares. azuma often helps sakyo out on trimming koko's nails when they're getting kind of long, trying to be as careful as possible so as to not hurt her.

🐾 azuma is also amused at the fact that sakyo tries to ignore koko resting on his lap, or when he pretends not to notice the cat trying to slip in the pockets of his coat. knowing sakyo, he'll definitely complain about the white fur on his black coat later on. as funny as it is, azuma knows better than to say a word about it.

🐾 before kazunari realized it, his camera roll is pretty much filled with random pictures of koko. most of them are just derp pictures, though... kazunari captures her weird quirks, like how she likes to fall asleep with all fours spread out like a starfish, or how she constantly make noises on the door stopper if she wants to get in the room. the picture with koko's most horrified face on it was when banri threw her high up mid-air, and that is never going to get deleted.

🐾 they find everything the cat does very adorable, even though she is just drinking water from her bowl. or when her tongue gets stuck on the ice tray omi brought out from the fridge. or when she yawns and taichi sticks a finger in her mouth and she doesn't know what to do next. or when she squints her eyes at homare when he gets in a blabbering rampage. literally everything.

🐾 at some point, kazunari thought it'd be a good idea to have those cat tunnels mounted on walls so there will be more room for koko to play. he just said it out of nowhere, but everyone agreed on that idea. after a week or two, the whole dorm is basically a cat playground with a crapton of shelves, slides, and tunnels on the walls, save for the practice room, bathroom, and the bedrooms.

🐾 did sakyo said that they are never, ever getting another pet after koko? yeah right, there's no way that's actually happening. high chances are they got more cats so that the cat playground they all built together will get utilized. the more, the merrier!! even though sakyo complains a lot about the expenses, they all know he isn't against the idea, though they better not tease him for it or sakyo will definitely take it back